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Something betideth thee.
Woe betideth he
who white lies
in the face of love.
His harmless acts
remain void of harm,
but they are replaced
with the shame
of being a liar.
Solitude shalt be forced
upon he who sneaks
towards it
for only a moment,
to catch his breath,
if his desire for space
is kept hidden.
Loss shall have its jaws
ready for the sickened jugular
of he who spits snakes
in to the calm fields
of love.
Just as this all came to mind
a passerby did what passerbys do
and passed by,
as she did, she turned to her partner
and said "It's strange
how we spend so long teaching
the things we need to learn most"
I almost stopped her,
she was right.
who white lies
in the face of love.
His harmless acts
remain void of harm,
but they are replaced
with the shame
of being a liar.
Solitude shalt be forced
upon he who sneaks
towards it
for only a moment,
to catch his breath,
if his desire for space
is kept hidden.
Loss shall have its jaws
ready for the sickened jugular
of he who spits snakes
in to the calm fields
of love.
Just as this all came to mind
a passerby did what passerbys do
and passed by,
as she did, she turned to her partner
and said "It's strange
how we spend so long teaching
the things we need to learn most"
I almost stopped her,
she was right.
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