Though I might be able
To forgive, I won’t forget
But we must learn to live
Together or die alone
And so I offer my hand
If not in friendship then in hope
That your words are worth
More than your history
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A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
A somber untold understanding I have of this.
Really? Seriously?
?
do you doubt my sincerity?
I would be fool to doubt you, your sincerity.
then be not a fool.