You think you know a person;
Knowledge collected from bits of data
Like birthday, job, quotes, homes,
All amassed in black and white
And maybe a photo or two.
You think you know a person;
Knowledge collected in coffees
Where stories, highlights, expressions, fears,
Emerge into a three-dimensional form
And maybe an insight or two.
You think you know a person;
Knowledge collected over time
Like betrayals, quirks, denials, anxieties,
And the glimpse into the fourth dimension
And suddenly you know
You only thought you knew a person
And starting from scratch is impossible
And you know
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