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The bitter taste of defeat;
Sourness of an orange too sweet,
Kisses of life from poisoned lips,
Sigh. It’s not always like this.

Yet; that’s all I know now
It’ll change; the word will show how,
Trade my cross for a fly gown
And smile; I’ll always be at peace.

I won’t know peace till I’ve said my piece,
You want peace of mind? Here’s a piece of mine!


2 responses

  1. This is deep…
    Every line, powerful…

    May 28, 2015 at 12:55 pm

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