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Random Poem:

Compassion for a Friend

Such a quandary: those of a friend are more important than one’s own
          With reality, however, proving a clear disdain for them, a soul discovers
          itself, a lack of true compassion.
                         The heart betrays, longs
                         not for largess, nor sacrifice
                                   of its lusts, these things are too great to ask because they
demand a deliberated deprivation of determined desires
          held dear.  To don a façade of joy and forsake
the dream of true love and happiness,
          the intent to present these very gifts, can one
                    even begin to try
                    to justify the means: a lie
                              perpetuated to preserve an illusion of
truth, counterfeit feelings, passions feigned to resemble love,
emotions reined from their true
          yearning, false fires burning from the embers of a
                              romance, empty
                    words, sham, a deception –
                              but is there honor
                                        to be had through the infliction of a broken heart
so fond; are a friend’s emotions more important?  One must make a
          right or wrong: when forced into the position by query, a question of
                    one’s intention,
          the mind gropes for an alternative
                    to crushing egg shells
                    laid plainly at the feet – until
                              ambiguity presents itself as the clearest
smoke screen of thought, obscurity the most obvious solution, words
          a veil.  In the meantime, lacking such internal conflict,
          a perplexed friend misinterprets the stutter
                    and stammer of speech
                    as evidence of suspicions
                              confirmed, their objection quickly clarified.

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