Sunday, November 1, 2009

Trick.

Alongside warmth, draws contempt,
as sometimes, indulgence is disregard;
n' then rede does absolve parcel,
my indifference's will to get charred.

Ah love, savor my mistake,
eft, its dust which makes the sand;
in smithereens, I endear,
but now you've the upper hand.

Your card isn't played as yet,
as that move shall issue giveaway;
much as I've known you far too long,
too chance upon and be outplayed.

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