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Feb 2014
Stab deep in my heart, toss me all away,
Look hate in your eyes, this lost, lonely day,
Then hurl all my body, off the steepest hill,
You're killing me harshly, now making me still.

If it weren't for the sorrow, would you still be here?
If I just held your hand more, your body revered,
If I brushed the tears that fell earthly in the past,
If you learned  how to love me, would love really last?

So, cover my body with the moist darkened soil,
Look off in the distance, so earnestly you toil,
Cast off all the guilty, lost moments we had,
Be gone with your lover, this moment so sad.

If I just let you breathe more, would happy you be,
If I open the shutters, so you always could see?
If I told you I loved you, more in daylight as night,
If I  would now be living this moment, no fright?

When they find where you hid me, uncover the truth,
Would you stand all defiant and plead nothing, dear Ruth?
If the courtroom you're planted, is so full of  our life,
Would you want now to love me, put down that sharp knife?
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
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