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Poem: When is it betrayal, when is it growth?

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It’s far easier when one is fighting bitter foes,
Against loved ones, ‘tis harder to raise the sword.
Familiar eyes, with lines and wrinkles well known
Tempt with seductive allure to give up one’s soul.
Tell me, is it the armor of one betrayed again?
To know when urgent words are spoken in vain.
To open the door, before the other starts to explain
To be really good at managing the pain.
-alka

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