There is sand everywhere, as far as the eye travels
It is coarse, it is gritty, yet it is smooth
Is this what it feels like, truth?
Harsh, coarse but smooth...
Why can't it be smooth but not coarse?
Pointed and poignant
Truth is but reality
It does not don on the camouflage of color
There is no hiding...
It is gritty but not glittery
It hides nothing...but it is soothing
There is a strange calm that accompanies it
A calm you embrace, its coldness soothing!
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