Deciet.
Such a powerful tool,in the mouth of the deciever,
It always seems true,looks nice,caring,lovely,simple,
But in the end,after time,days,years, it end is sorrow.

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LOVE

Love is to deep,words try to capture it,
But only the Spirits can express it truely,
Just like the heart,pumps out blood,
So also the spirit pumps out love.
Think about it for a moment how is it,    
That your unseen feelings provoke needs,
You're caught in your displayed affections.
Love can't pretend,actions can offend,
But to contend is due to re-offend.
Run from free illegal sex,its credit love,
Lust for more,lost your family follows.
The Truth is we all have needs,denied us,
But the pain and pay takes your LIFE savings,
Soon affections end where Love dies.
True LOVE needs the good and bad to
BALANCE.
Not the INTENTIONAL, planned infidelity regret,
ENDS LUST.
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Clay Dust.
We all are,yet we make up the body,
Only for this body to die and decay,
Its also true that,life plants seeds,
But so do trees,birds,butterfies too,
Yet its only humans who do everything.

In the earth clay is dug out for crafts,
but the same clay can make all sorts,
Its the maker that matters,not the object,
Yet many focus on  what they did not create,
Whatever you can make just admire ,enjoy,
At the end of the day,dead bodies  turns to dust.
ALL

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