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Nov 2015
We are made
to promise things
to one another
and to ourselves
beneath the
crushing duress
of desire.

Promises we
fling like silver
into magical
fountains,
convinced of
fulfillment.

Promises
we never meant
to keep.

  ~mce
Mike Essig
Written by
Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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