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Jul 2020
Love, if it were told how little truth you hold,
How diadems and stars are less than twinkling souls,
How anyone can fill your mercurial fancy in the fold,
How you lie before God and you lie with man,
Love, books are less old than your falsehoods,
Or the rood and the rose.
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  54/M/Virginia
(54/M/Virginia)   
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