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A poem I wrote nearly ten years ago, but it is still valid and true:

-Masonry and the Wall-

Trust is pain.
Affection…affliction.

Naught to gain
from human addiction.

Never assume one may be exempt
from familiarity breeding contempt.

One short word
makes an end.

Venom heard
destroys a friend.

How true the phrase that hate and love
Fit together like hand and glove.

Of this part
I am tutored well.

Open heart
means pain of hell.

So withdraw once more, I find I must.
Protect the self.

I
will
not
trust.

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