ELEVEN

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For you,
Tender steps I take,
imperfections all at stake.
Excuses that I make all seem like mistakes.
Hopeful days perhaps meant for praise,
He's not ready to try,
it's to my dismay.
Confessions I make,
My sessions I pray.
Eyes glued shut,
I'm too frail.
Just a tear,
can't you wait?

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