Fault
At a loss for adjectives
At once objective logic starts
At your throat prerogative
At sure rejection love departs
At will defines your strategy
At times your heart betrayed
At certain points a tragedy
At fault, you swing the blade
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2020
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