

Truth of UncertaintyShe sits there, waiting for a new path to unfold. Waiting for the man she loved to touch and hold. Sitting there waiting, she will wait forever. For the one she seeks isn't her lover. A mask they held, manipulating with strings. Oh what a puppet show they bring. She sees them, but yet it is a mask. Slowly the mystery shines through its flask. It isn't a man, not even a lad. No this being was a lass. A woman with devious intentions. Mind is but only a detention. She truly loved that other girl. Only now they no longer give it a whirl. I would give my heart andTruth of Uncertainty
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