Recitation: What's true and what's not
I'm not any of these or with any of them. My real true. And I wish my time reverts its savory needle back to those days. For a few happy minutes I spent forgetful of the depth of myself. So this was the poem all about. I know I had gone a bit too fast, but I guess the poem, as the poem was too Lendy to see from the display of my block. I just scrolled it fast and I just resided it on lightning speed