A precious gift
A candle flame
Burning in the dark
Comforting the heart

A deadly rift
The noose of blame
Trust is torn apart
Bare, the traitor’s mark

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One Response to Trust

  1. Robert Barancik says:

    Hello Erik!

    It has certainly been a while since we’ve spoken. It’s good to see that you are still writing.
    How are things? Are you still in school, or off for the summer? Are you travelling again?
    Although I know that you are very busy, I would still like to stay in touch if you could.
    Have a wonderful summer and keep writing, my friend.

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