Compassion isn’t incapable of the wrath of deception
Feeling the cold of anxiety is a brutal chill
Honesty is never overlooked but often under appreciated
It’s a cold game running the field with no score
I’ll give you two for the price of one
Sacrificially a gift of self and security
As we watched her wither in her hidden corridors
Her soul screamed “CANDY MAN!”
Into micro mirrors without reflections reminder
Deflecting the oncoming of karma
There was a gasp of breath in the gaps of her uncertainty
She wrote a horror story
Whilst squinting behind the blinds
Cunning and furtive with grace
Her ways were a beast of wicked word play
Devisive in avoidance
Draking and driving with memories tolls
The collection plate skipped her row for ownership
Thus it’s a snakes nature to slither
East coast travels with unknowing prey aboard sunken ships
Too many souls have been abandoned in death in search of the treasure
Her narrative unfolded and recanted with renege post rehearsal
The truth bore down its gavel
Your ex broke you so you break them too.
The truth bore down its gavel
Your ex broke you so you break them too.
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