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intimate weather
inclement heart
ponder the toll
such impotent start
grievous allegiance
infidelity
a knife with no conscience
marches such action
through ones bowls
aghast.............
(Aug 22, 2015 221pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was recalling a conversation I had with a friend the other day and her telling me about a bad break up she had had with this one particular guy and this poem came to me as a brief over view of what all she had said about it.

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©3 September 2015 - 1:16am — palewingedpoetess
6 September 2015 - 2:21am — allets
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Liked Ths One

"...a knife with no conscience..." well said - and unfortunate ~a~

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10 September 2015 - 1:31am — palewingedpoetess
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Yeah but are you in shock that I actually wrote a less is more

poem? I was as I'm usually so long winded it takes me a month to get to my point which is a lot of lines in poetry as you know. Anyway, glad you liked it. I was tickled to be able to write something with so few words and get my point across in the process. sincerely, M.