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Mar 2014
Hell-bent cycle...
Worthy of the devil's doing himself.
He is the **** of ****. Devastation & destruction.
Words can not calm, but razors edge.
No rewind for this train-wreck.
Damage done. Once the victim; now the proactive perpetrator.
Size smaller than small for what purpose.
Tears on her face proof of the callused tongue.
Without pushing, he is terror.
Heart in shambles, not to be pieced nor peaced.
Sitting back in silence is not enough. All is too far gone.
Forgiveness is only the option of a stronger man.
He is hate. Hate is he. Hate the hate, this fate was fate.
Walking away; is never to erase.
Damaged shell, damaged core, damaged spirit.
Her love; too good & pure for; & that of his own.
Though she was careless. He is a *******.
Surgeon needed.
Robert H Rook III
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