puresauciness

I am not cunning enough

To hide my feelings beneath words

and inside of actions.

They have a life of their own

and guile motions

they lace themselves

in

out

and through

the letters and syllables of conversation.

They infuse themselves in my minutes

making each hour a painful exercise in

determination.

The bottom line is

You win.

My cards are better than

on the table.

They are in your hands...

all of them.

Play me as you choose.


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You will never read this, so I do not have to fear your eyes or your expression.

I thought we were friends. You have no idea what that means. The silly, stupid, ricidulous thing is that I still believe in you...

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