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  • “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source.
    It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
    It dies of illness and wounds;
    it dies of weariness,
    of witherings,
    of tarnishings.”
    Anais Nin

    Betrayal when it came
    it sucked the air from the room
    turned it black
    took my breath
    couldn't swallow
    My hands shook as I showed you the proof of its reveal
    months may have past but not the unveiling
    nor the deeds
    there they sit
    stacked over there
    one upon the other
    see them?
    on the shelf labeled lies

    I'll pack them up as I dust them off
    some of them are old and earmarked
    others are brand new
    Truth should set me free

    I'll be on solid footing soon
    with just a shaken ego that needed shaking anyway
    no more room for denial
    truth took that all away
    the bookshelf labeled Your LIes will be cleared..
    I'll put them in brown bags and boxes
    tie them up in ribbon and send them back to you
    or maybe take them to the bookstore, the one just down the road
    they take used up words
    I'll light candles and sage the room
    and I'll watch as your power drifts away..
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