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~ (~) I believe now... am being-shown; "The plague of the heart is the-very... buried-yes-the-very-
truth/proof of hate's indifference, blind tendentiousness keeping it well pruned; feeding its 
root." (~) ~ 


~ (~) The eyes spilling over opening up the gateway-lips murmuring their passion, the heart 
the guide knows the higher the mountain, longer is the journey to own peace with a soul full, 
filled of denial; yes greater is the struggle home. (~) ~


~ (~) Grace the compass, faith-hope-the-weight of the truth fixating forevermore the 
pointer... . (~) ~


~ (~) Love the emotion, time the honest jester ultimate, relevant are they, their fledgling 
desire leading the weary soul moreover into their own, overt their joy skipping elated... . (~) 
~


~ (~) Jaime, addicted; 

robbing stealing-from no-one only; ultimately from-her self... running, funning around 
throwing her very life away... 

beauty the word could never do her justice, running that same game every day, and-night... . 
(~) ~ 


~ (~) It was the sixth day already of no sleep-for her when I met her, found her. (~) ~


~ (~) So often a different Bo moneys good-sometimes real good, running that same old 
trick... . (~) ~


~ (~) So is the crack I hope for her sake her child's... her husband's heart; probably aching, 
because I believe he's still honest enough to treat her nice. (~) ~


~ (~) For just over three-hundred dollars I allowed-her to-take-me-too... 

and sadly, you know the-next time-you can bet-she won't be-open either, and that her 
shame-compounded; left-alone within-her it-won't save her... because-she doesn't know...

quietly... her-tears have-been buried-their scars-have all but-grown-over... . (~) ~




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