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Oct 2014
A gift confers no rights.
Is it not to be given freely?
How does one love anything
without seeing it clearly?
Those rosey lenses you wear
while looking my way,
will break when the morning comes
and I have nothing left to say.
It isn't the lenses' fault
or the the changing view.
The fault of displeasure
lies solely on you.
Better revisit that script.
Jennifer Weiss
Written by
Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
   Amanda In Scarlet
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