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Scoff Syrup
. for public domain
I scoffed at hearts that writhed with pain,
that fell from broken promises,
for I had naught to do with Love,
it's folly or its gain,
but now I find that not to love
is not to live at all.
The stones on our paths outlast us all,
but I dread to exist that long.
I choose to risk feeling pain
than to feel no pain at all.
Jupiter is a very great orb,
but in living, very small.
Copyright ©
William Coyne
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