Seven friends......welcomes eight,
brought in on the arm of another,
penetrating a circle by no fault of her own.
In the beginning a mere gesture of human courtesy
in-order to make her feel welcome within an accomplished group,
but divine-will was hungry, wasting little time.
It lived and breathed, without so much as a kiss,
metaphysical lovers in a world made of flesh.
But like all phantom affairs, daily observation lifted the sheet,
unveiling a covert betrayal.
Sheer volume of numbers in collective agreeance,
verbal stoning of old school proportions,
immediate exile.....jury not required,
guilty as charged.
 

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