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JOURNAL #13

your silence hurts me

but I know that is just the way

it has to be

for what a person refuses most to look at

is exactly what it is he has to see

truth unadorned

a once before unhealed wound opens up

further for yet another helpless soul

and eventual happiness blooms

hopeful within the magic of the meaning

of the mystical word 'We'

and all is alas quietly well in love's

sweet romantic yet sometimes painful role

and the lives that have become intertwined

firmly move ahead

(or so they hope)........................

(Dec. 19, 1994)

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