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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Arvilla Fee


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The Grudge

I hold the grudge against my chest,
hardened, rough as rock;

some say time can heal all wounds,
but they don't watch the clock.

Lady Justice might not witness
every travesty—

knives cut deepest in the back,
a fall with gravity.

But karma often comes around
in its own inventive ways;

the flower with the proudest bloom
still ends up in decay.