The Chain

    Whispers ripple from the creek;

    murmurs soothing to the ear.

    The heart glows of hope in love;

    the sweetest sound visits again.

    Eyes attempt to hold the tears,

    yet droplets flow to seer the mind:

   remembering the root of hate grows wild, deep

   and from this creek it slakes its thirst.

   Love and hate both must be mourned;

   love a salve for hate, hate a balm for love;

   both silently ache from insomnia, long.

   All are doomed to know the worst;

   love and hate cannot divide;

   let fingers soft touch the hardest iron,

   and the chain remain forever strong.

 

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TRAILER PARK FROM HELL

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