Conflict
conflicts arise easy;
trust stands tall- i
cussed them out to
make them fall. what
more can one expect
to detect the danger
ahead the stranger-
that's dead, we all
know it is, but it's
so much fun to pretend.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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