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Dec 2014
My forgiveness
     will not come from you -
     smiling, snake tongued
     liars.

     With your holier than thou eyes.
     and bitter hearts.

For now, I only ask it
     of myself.
For my fumblings, my fears -
     as I begin again.
Devon
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Devon
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   ---, Timothy, victoria, --- and Bluebird
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