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if only these thoughts were so resealable
as the bag resting snug in the freezer
between the peas and the pies
I would doubtless be less sparing
if these words are for nought I wish only to return them
tuck them neatly into bed with the duvet pulled tight
not a mind or body stirring
for my mouth is a force created to instill the fear of God
but it is the fear of me that drives my motion
and so I cannot do right by God or myself
if I could begin anew I would watch my tears evaporate and become like the rain which replenished the earth
and wonder if these nutrients could satisfy the hunger within,
vast and unfulfilled until my prayer escapes me
until I have been Reclaimed
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carpe diem
Poésiebrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
