Dear Beloved;

January 24, 2011
By , Garden City, MI
Throw down that cold metal;
Hide it forever wherever possible.

Out of sight, out of mind right?
I promised you and I haven't broken it;
But believe me I've wanted to.
I had even acquired the tools do committing the
most rueful of crimes.

Beloved: my confession may hurt, my apologies.
But it's the truth. I never meant to hurt you in
Anyway. So I suck it up and throw the metal
Away for your sanity.

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