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I give freely; until I don’t.
I’m pushed past can & into won’t.

I’m softest touch; until I’m not.
To think me weak is sullied thought.

Also, pushover; ‘til I stand.
Pushed too far & I scorch the land.

I’ve an open heart; ‘til it’s closed.
I can’t unsee what’s been posed.

It’s new to me this happenstance…
Granting a liar’s millionth chance.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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