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By Lydia Date: 2002 Jan 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.28.10.39.26095]] |
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In a lover's spat, you broke my stride. A man can repair the pride of woman with a kiss to the cheek. In a fleeting second, I lost my integrity. This man failed to acquire such Noble intentions. I found you slumped and sullen over a chair, and yet I loved you the same. Today, in a lover's distance, you see me with flaw. All that has become 'our past' is littered with your lack of integrity and my one flaw - loving you. |