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It's a hard choice to give what you must
when the odds are pointing at you.
It's even harder when the odds are screaming to hear the truth.
It's the hardest to conceal your feelings
when they are the very proof.
Hard choices join the family of disguise.
It can look so good when your desires are clouding your eyes.
The ultimate vision joins forces with collision.
Lift the veil.
It's pouring rain and hail.
Watch the storm.
Listen to its words.
Fascinate yourself as you see it perform.
It will very subtly inform.
Ask your questions.
Hear the answers.
Wait.
Copyright © Sarah Herring | Year Posted 2014
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