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Friday, November 19, 2010

Death By Words

We sacrifice those we profess to love
The moment our feelings become
More important than truth

Emotions are fickle influenced
By whatever breeze of opinion
Blows across our hearing

I love you unconditionally
Until we disagree
Then eye and voice send daggers

Some are weapons specialists
Having an arsenal held in reserve
To unleash the moment of disharmony

A list of supposed offenses
Are shot with a verbal cannon
Aimed at the center of the heart


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