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sorry poem

in all things not spoken of
some of the hurts you have cured
so fallen
just as my fingers on these keys
hang no wreath
i reside at table mountain
and with the humming bird
i am a woman
a storm is riding on the tide
see, from this counterfeit of him
quietly, with reverance, in awe
i said, i have shut my heart

 



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