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Jan 2013
A deception.
A declaration sundry will not take seriously,
nor myself.

"I won't do it this time".

But I will, and I'll try,
and again I will cry
when I tally the cost to my health.

False and hollow ardor
freely given,
taste like salt and worn sighs.

Despite my disdain
I join your refrain
and you shift your gaze when I look in your eyes.
Written by
Allison Fabian  New York
(New York)   
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