Monday, May 18, 2020

Charity Must Always Forgive


I can’t imagine such love where solace is mystery or whatever one does is sufficient. “But I give you life, for weather is stormy, or you want me desperately.” an air like treachery, a physique like internal, to have been so much those days. I was sick with patience. our doors so inclusive. our forest so many artificial trees.     —it was life so intense or moody agents—     such jam with syrup or camouflaged vinegar while tangy enough to remain sullen.     in hindsight or destruction I encounter a taste of wires—where Anguish becomes herself or memories must confess: “I wasn’t her dream.” that person is accepting, always negotiating, or adapt at finding a reason to love her. the misperceived person, such sharp experiences, while needing excitement or passion or guidance. in haste, we celebrate, in pain, we say, “Reprobate,” and in needing our children, we insulate. such war through kids. such damages made complete. or a man going manic, as that determines his entire life. to hate that man, if but to sex that man, where he must ascribe to excellence.     so many ghosts, where others listen, while closeness doesn’t denote honesty.     but Angst deserves love, something instructive, something tolerant. as a mother by a son or a father by a daughter where infraction is buffed away. to supply security or to reknit facts or to only hear one part of the essay. for love must always forgive, it must always sing softly, as we count on that!

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