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TRUST
Condescending Mastermind
Your path is certain,
Always a narrow line.
Your words you fill with sweet designs;
Relinquish scattered emotions to the flame of the hearts,
Now eroded with time.
Why such a deliberate sorrow?
To a love so fine?
A Love that was meant to withstand all time.
Now though true souls are unveiled,
They are still left in confines.
Urgently longing a significant sign,
To erase these illusions and forever define,
The Passion between them that keeps them entwined.
Hold-fast on to purities,
On which deceit dines.
The option will truly
Send chills down your spine.
Copyright ©
Julia Thomas-Ficken
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