The Subject

Honesty speaks its own language.
When it's quiet, the absence is very present.

I do not want to ask.
for I understand my intuition
for I have right to trust my own judgement
for if I did, it'd be an irrevocable question

and no, I'm not in desperation
nor making any speculation
I have spies at the back of your door
supplying me with evidences

although this might mean a separation
in which no heart would agree to be broken
I would accept knee wounded but open handed
for I had long submitted to the fate of human
written in life and death's agreement.

:: honesty is paid with honesty... and vice versa::

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