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Feb 2014
when a whisper turns into a rumer, no one is safe
as I remember those soft fingers and tender touch
that numb the lies

the essance of a battle, can be found in the vortex
of the combatants who's sores are scarred memories

If you feel alone on this earth you won't be
you still have your ego

If the mistakes you make multiply
you can subtract each one by love and commitment
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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