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Saturday, December 15, 2018

Regret not what is Sacred

Is that speck in the sky you?
Come speak to meet me by the shore
We'll skate across the pond
Hand in frozen hand
over dark fish deep within
I'll pull you round me, limb to limb.

The words I later wrote,
Words you sent back whole,
Hopes I prayed you’d not reject,
Cut the laughter of our blades,
And scarred the black ice of my soul.

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