Sympathetic
son
Inevitable
outcomes
Feeling
it the most
Speaking
the truth
The
poverty of indecision
Not
fair yet, not any less certain
No
changing that
Condescension
play across their faces
Speaking
out of turn
The
truth drips
One
drop at a time
Consuming
the glacier of deceit
Her
name lost a fog of dementia
The
meaning of a man
Is
in the honor of his word
Even
among the unhonorable
Sympathetic
son
Inevitable
outcomes
Feeling
it the most
Destined
to repeat
All
the mistakes of the past
Fire
cleanses with a burning bite
Mornings
without the dawn
Children
under a moon
Inevitable
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