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Sep 2012
We talk, but we don’t speak.
You look, but you can’t see.
Honesty is what I seek...
Yet it’s what I’ll never be.

It hurts to make you blind.
Even worse, that you don’t know.
But no satisfaction shall I find
upon sinking you to my  low.

Such tragedies are mine to bear.
So trust in me, please.
This life I could never share.
My heart, you won’t receive.
Hillary Shepheard
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