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Over Shortly Before It Began

Donít tell me, I already know -
Iíd rather hoped it didnít show.
I didnít want it to be so:
I didnít want it to be no.

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Too Much

When too much is not enough
dark blinds shutter out the truth:
tonightís lubricant
becomes tomorrowís rust.
I wake once more to find
my own self-myth, adrift -
lost all at sea, again
on a raft of misplaced trust.

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Terms and Conditions

Grief is a thief
Who with a heart-punch steals your breath;
There is no lend or borrow
When it comes to dealing sorrow -
Love is uninsurable
For reconciling death. 

Eve Best

If you have any thoughts on these poems, 
Eve Best would be pleased to hear them.


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