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Friday, November 9, 2007

Simple

Simple
but increasingly complicated
loving someone
and hating what they do

the wounds of a friend

Trusting
Forgetting the possibility
that all at once
the dagger could strike again

faithful
the wounds of a friend
Posted by Unknown at 11/09/2007
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