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Promises, Keeping Promises

I am cautious

about making promises

because making breeds keeping

and keeping



I do not use the word love

that often,

Love is a troublesome thing

causing and promising,

more than I can hope,

to deliver,


As much as I want to promise

-and as much as I want to love

-and as much as it all seems so



I end up writing prose

about it anyway,

as if it would help me


what it is all about….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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