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The risk added excitement at the time, Admittedly a conscious decision was made to commit a crime. Not yielding to ethical thought, Reluctant to believe that the transgression would be caught. Self-assured I say ....weep not. Disjoining, conviction, and separation of family, Sustaining the ability to hold on to sanity. Not inclined to allow the flowage to over run, Conceding to the occurrence; as the moon to the sun. Ambiguously I say ...weep not. Stepping into a cement six by six, The grey and white walls suffocating, as my eyes become fixed. Stretching out on a narrow bank, hands cradling my head, Paralyzed with deep immersed reflection of pending dread. Actuality I say ...weep not. Releasing feelings of being maltreated after death, The seasonal matter has been put to rest. A moral discretion occurred but I am still alive, To conquer over an erroneous deviation, I thrive. Subsequently I say ...weep not. @ Tunisia Torres 2/2/2009

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Date: 5/22/2009 8:07:00 PM
I love your choice of words here. It's almost as if God is talking to you with the "...weep not" at the end of every problem. Well penned! Nate
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