V · Jan 7, 2012
Hemispheres and Bullshit

I saw a woman stoned today
for an uncommitted crime,
I loved another faithfully
but didn't earn a dime,
and both are liars, he and I,
for love's no guarantee,
the price today for happiness
- - a matter of degrees.

 
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