beauty can not
alight a face
masking the truth
malicious sins can
be forgiven, but
never forgotten
trust can not
be pieced back
together once it is broken
head axioms
repeating, mantras
needing to be
heeded, acted upon
for remedy to come
head and heart
battling for
what is right,
head plays a
parlor trick and
doomed to combat
itself
confusion courses
through the blood,
there's no axiom,
no mantra,
no quick remedies
for fate
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