Category : Poems

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I know not of what I do not know. For that, knowing what I don't know makes me want to know 
I know you are hiding something you wish me to know not. I know this because I know you. 
You stand before me as if you wish to tell me all you know. I ask you to keep nothing from me, but in return, you mimic my words with the same addled expression as I had given you. Why do you pretend to be so confused? I know you know me, or maybe you don't. Maybe it is I who knows you or maybe it's both. Perhaps you are waiting to know my knowledge because you know nothing. 

But what do I know?