She turns her back from another slammed door.
Another day, another night,
Another betrayal.
Truth and honesty have not helped her testimony.
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fact is a fact when never known before but the remote yet in hands to avert from all those rave up when short lived by plexus of life and living still islands are on the star`s swing even with heavenly bliss...................beautiful poem, i like it 10/10, thanks for sharing
convictions versus deceptions...the pain of the game is visible...the strength in your voice is sweetly audible...good composition, Cathy...10