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Dec 2012
Trust, when considered fully, is strange.
And all those who trust fully - think deranged.
He thinks that she cares
about his hot solar flares
that shoot off particles of light
and pull her down, magnetically, mid-flight.
Straight down
to the groundβ€”
or perhaps the sea…
where she’ll drown gracefully
beneath the burden of trust.
Written by
C Cotton Woods
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