Bolder, the Younger
Lies of a thieving son
for all criminality
of all souls perish
cold, when once
might I've lied?
Forever was chose,
and I could not
have believed it
myself if not for
your truths—wise.
Candor for reward
might’ve spoken wise
to you; though not
for my intimate truth
was this clearer.
When real becomes
the matter with how
I achieved this mean,
I will perhaps one day
tell how wise indeed.
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