Fly
You who deceptively deceive
We who still believe
The Few who stay true
To love that continues to brew and renew.
To the few who know the truth,
There is no quick fix in a touch and the meeting of lips,
Nor the pleasure to be found in the movement of hips
Not money nor fame,
Will ever douse that flame.
Don't be tricked into playing that twisted game.
My sister, my brother
Don't fall for that lie
God gave you the key, the wings to fly.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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