| Residents
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| God In Three Persons
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| Silver, Sharp And Could Not Care
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| The following day I did some walking, for my mind did too much talking to
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| itself, and so I walked along and thought of our last episode, and that
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| somehow it had eroded feelings from my closely guarded core. |
| And also then
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| I knew corruption leaked into this last eruption, and its oily odor stayed
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| around. |
| Long ago I knew that I was sly, perhaps, and not too nice, but
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| underneath I thought my goals sublime. |
| BUt now, how could I tolerate
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| behavior that could suffocate contentment in my friends and maybe more?
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| Desire conflicted in my mind with thoughts I once had found divine and
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| tormet twisted me between the two. |
| Aimlessly I slowly wandered, as my
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| footsteps took me onward to a part of town I did not know.
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| Soon I saw I was distracted by a window that was acting as a display for a
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| barber’s store. |
| and what was underneath my stare was silver, sharp and
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| could not care about confusion or about despair. |
| It only had one job to
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| do, and when it cut it cut so true that now I knew exactly what to do. |
| So
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| I went inside and bought it from a man who never caught the tingle that it
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| raised along my spine, electrically a pleasant tension, like a liquid in
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| suspension flowed into the conflict in my head. |
| And now my feeling was
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| well being, but I could not help fromeeing that my hands were shaking as I
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| paid. |
| And as I left, my thoughts returned to what I told them they had
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| learned through our ordeal of torture and delight. |
| Yes, it was a lie I
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| told them, not to help but just to hold them with me, but I really should
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| have said, «Lies can often give you power like a coffin filled with
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| flowers give life to the living, not the dead.» |