Let the truth be told and it shall set you free. The hollow dead at the end of the road has let you unto me. A shadow in the dark revealed a face never to be seen. Baskets woven from tree bark, dinner fit for a queen. We hugged and you kissed me but it was not all that was exchanged. Bugs lit in a jar for you to see, we've be given new names. From Nosa to Muddball, Sunshine to Greedy-face. United…