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Apr 2014
I applied my
selfish heart
to search and
seek out
the reason
of things.

When I sought
out the wicked
I did not shutter.

When I stared and
walked with the
mad I did not
stumble.

When I came upon
the woman whose
heart is snares,
I shuttered then
stumbled.

Adding one to the
other I went mad
as I became entwined
within the wicked.
A B Perales
Written by
A B Perales  San Pedro Ca.
(San Pedro Ca.)   
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