How much do we truly need?
Much less than we care to concede
but we can't speak with our mouths full
a weakness of our breed.
How much should we actually care?
Much more than we're ever aware
but love won't gleam if a heart's dull
from years of heavy wear.
How much can we really believe
when we can't even see past the sleeve?
We've got to learn to pierce the hull
in order to conceive.
Are You Reading Me?
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