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I fly into the oasis of a memory

knowing not how I may offend,
in broaching these
unpolished lines
to you.


It is with marked trepidation
that I ascend, as if on broken wing,
across a chasm of despair
wondering if I might
find you there.



I ache to think
I stunned a part of your so precious heart
but if fate must brace me with a test whereupon I must offend,
I pray the Lord to release upon me His fust wrath
for to endure a breath, outside your grace, I dare say, I could not last.




(t.b.c.)






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