*TWISTED*
A friend once startled me with a question
And concluded with ellipsis, a wrong impression
He enquired if I really knew him
The 'him' he meant he felt was lame
His opinion was I drowned in faith and wailed in vain
To an extent his heart failed him again
Once more asked a she who felt my faith was misplaced
Beyond repair of which I thought I aced!
Worse still I was that doting pen that she couldn't trace
Why I felt so detached was the only diction she could place
Oh! I felt my faith was questioned like a splintered shield
My bleeding heart kept nodding, as shepherds do at field
*LAMZY*
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Pecan Crew™
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