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Chain of Waste

If there were two and one was you in a place where we could love - in lieu. A time when we were all but fools, when core and shell both broke the rules As pain and comfort worked their way, and life concealed it's shock, dismay! As flow and ebb filled up the day to lighten the load so we could stay. I wish we did not fit together like bull with horn and bird with feather. Your heart did change much like the weather, as I was bound by love - my tether! So when the chain of waste was broken and you left me with words unspoken. The burn was from the fire smokin'! A tender scar was left, “your token”.

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Date: 7/21/2016 2:09:00 PM
Erin, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*
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