where i trust everyone.
each
soul
that comes my way.
a hand shake,
a smile, a contract made
as a name
is signed on the dotted
line.
a kiss received is sincere
and real,
lips puckered
and fine.
i feel that they are good
souls, people
who would never hurt
a fly,
or lie,
or do anything that could
alter my way
of thinking about
their unknown lives.
and then there are
other days.
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