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Those eyes are so trusting
so I have to ask why.
Why do you trust me,
when you know all my lies?

That heart so forgiving
and yet not to yourself
for things that you’ve done
that could not be helped.

Those hands so caring
and ready to jump in
but does it really matter
when I know you can’t win?

© Autumn Siders 2017
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