Closing the eyes
High and low sighs
Truths and the lies
Was that foolish or wise?
Meeting for the first time
Hiding the committed crime
Taste as sour as of lime
Still the hearts rhyme?
Past to present in life
Cold and bitter strife
Killing by a bullet or knife
Is it that it has been rife?
Wearing the gloves
Pulling close or she shoves
Watched by the doves
Is that what she loves?
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