his empty words tranced silent rooms
let out by hungry lonely grooms
are placed in open airy zones
for minds to grasp the true unknowns
unknowns that secret souls confess
by way of open hearts express
the need for truth in arts design
that keeps us drinking couraged wine
so let us crack and spill our oil
within the hungered dried up soil
that cries for truth as eyes confide
the need to grasp what's real inside
~Moses
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