CHAPTER 8

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XLIII

PARAGON:

"I would like to ask

a few things.

I have heard

a lot about you.

How have you been doing

John James?

You seem to be

bluer than blue."


XLIV

As if

the life of him shattered.

He was still

and stiff like a pole.

Lowering his head,

he answered,

And started speaking

with his soul.


XLV

JOHN JAMES:

"I am distressing

can't you see?

Ain't pain visible

in my eyes?

My love is

no longer with me.

Now my heart

had been paralyzed."


XLVI

She wanted

to reach out to him,

And lay his head

on her shoulder.

But she then

whisked away the whim,

Pity should never

take over.


XLVII

PARAGON:

"Your heartache

seems to be so deep.

Why not share

a little story?

Have little trust

and take a leap.

Tell me,

how was dear old Mary?"


XLVIII

JOHN JAMES:

"She was things

I couldn't describe.

Like an old song

I never heard,

Or like a fruit

that was unripe,

Or a never spoken

hushed word."

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