Quatrain of Lost Trust
Lost Trust - may be a good thing
When I was born I quickly lost
a bundle of trust, everywhere
I turned I found
evil,
I burned my hand on a hot
plate, was stung by a
bee in a world of
upheaval.
It seemed the more I avoided
others from coming into
my life, the safer I
felt,
Sometimes trust is not what I
need, I am better off staying
coy and let trust
melt.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 8829
Quatrain of Lost Trust - 8829 - Yorktown Disciple
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