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Pull no punches

Game no Thrones

Salt your favorite food less and less

Undress not in the company of others
unless of course you plan on swimming

And do it then whilst undercover or
in a bolted clock room closet

Never let or give all your very best
secrets away

Maybe keep them well and truly hidden
for another day or moment in time far
more relevant than this

And when you kiss do it with
your eyes wide closed 

And if they are not your lover stroke 
partner be that rather on the cheek 
forehead or nose

So as to not russel to many feathers
and end up sleeping downstairs on
the couch

Even if you don't really mind as it feels
to you much like camping and you can
watch what you want on t.v without the
fear of interruption

Make take and pack yourself lunch
once in a while don't always buy it
from a roadside van or greasy spoon
cafe

Sometimes follow your heart and stick 
with your first initial choice and listen 
to what your intuition tells you

And I am not saying everything will
be plain sailing and absolutely peachy
in regards to life 

But whenever is it or was it supposed
or you told it will be and just exactly
who said that and the reason why

Because that sounds like something
someone would say in order to simply
just placate you 

Rather than promise to tell you the
hole truth and nothing but the truth

So help me God

With a lie instead 

Pull no punches
Game no Thrones

When it comes to dealing with grown 
up adults

As apposed to young children

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