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May 2015
Here is insult to injury,
here is rock salt for your misery,
to further bruise and ****** needlessly.
Here’s salt for your wounds.

Here's the truth,
naked and uncouth,
tis simply th’ sooth.
Look not for sugared tongues and candied lips.

(Such are *******.)
Look not for chameleons, molded to fit,
Nor jesters dancing in horses bit.

Too eager to please, too scared for any risk.

the pain of rejection pre-forming it’s tunes,
driving away lady luck with whips and hardship.
making relations short, and conversation brisk.
4/26/05
Written by
Bergen Franklin
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