I don't forgive.
But I can tell you the story,
as I was told.
Somehow?
Somehow?
Lost in the heat of emotion.
I cradled you baptized.
But I can tell you the story,
as I was told.
A narrow margin of error!
(Yet through it all...)
Don't you think about
times of happiness and rationalizing
the victim.
Such a capable eccentric that SPARKS of
humanity.
My better than aging lifestyle.
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