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A Matter of Time

  • And It Shall Be at the End of My Life

    And it shall be at the end of my life, And I shall ask how I fell. Comfort me, comfort me,
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  • No Alternative

    Curate in a sealed box what with forgiveness you have graced, And all the rest—discard as needless waste. You remember.
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  • A Question of When

    You are woven through my life, like the hollow of my home, Guarding the grace of your youth as generations fade. Your touch upon my body, even if unfelt, you roam,
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  • Winter’s Son

    Winter, will you not have mercy on your son? Will you rob me from embracing those I love? You have swallowed many, pardoned none,
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  • Full Moon Night Dance

    On nights of the full moon, the fish rise onto the shore and dance. Some will never return
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