Jewel as bitter
That final truth unsaid:
pain, a friend that will
never stop hurting.
A single hand outstretches
will giveth and taketh,
and thereof we beckon
doom for destiny.
To be not with right would
ever know we chose instead.
Copyright © Robin Styles | Year Posted 2025
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