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The handle of the blade

It takes, at the end, to stand a lot 
when scars and black eyes are 
stalking eyes verdict.
Wobbling and trembling with knees 
so feeble
 is many a person’s end result.

Blows are thrown at the hearts of 
every
Most come suddenly while some 
well seen.
Both of which are aimed at you to 
knock
And unfortunately none can be 
dodged.

 These blows are similar to all alike.
We then know what to expect likely.
A bitter truth soothly embraced 
brings a sweet tune at the end of the 
day.

A bed well laid before the sun dies
Reduces the itches through the dark 
night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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