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Do Not

do not speak to me   

of mundane things      

   do not use those phrases      

which ought to be precious      

yet when you say them              

are clipped and trite    

                                  weak little lies              

                      that only come out    

          when your actions  

                       do not match your words  

          and your mouth      

                     does not match your heart

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Written by
jayme-m-yaroch
American
Published
Mar 8, 2018
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