Knowing Nothing At All

Sometimes its more simple for the truth to go unspoken,
to keep the whole hearts unbroken.
For those plastered in the luxury of never having had to sustain the vindication
of their formerly betrothed;
rather presented with difference in locale on the voyage of the pursuit of happiness.
It rings not as cuckoldry, but instead a guileless form of truth;
its perception of candor.
Chaste in all things contrary, miscreants even reluctant to tarnish the sterling essence
seemingly inherited per Astraea herself;
continuously and ambiguously forgiving the debts of all suitors coursing the journey of existence.


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