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Promises, Keeping Promises

I am cautious

about making promises

because making breeds keeping

and keeping

costs,

 

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

troublesome,

 

I end up writing prose

about it anyway,

as if it would help me

understand,

what it is all about….

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