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Monday, 17 August 2009

The Truth

I can afford little happiness
I am not paid much love
So one day
I walk
And I see gold
It finds me.

It is raw
Undefined
Natural
Beauty

I want it
I take it
I have to

My little piece of wonder
Heaven
Maybe love

But sorry.
The truth
Is truth.

I was taken
By the new shine
The old sparkle
Of something new

Unexperienced.

Maybe
If I wait
I can find
A ring
A chain
Or something
Which is golden
In nature
And in use.

For what use
Is raw lust anyway?

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