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Untitled I would wear you as a cross, hoping for your benediction, uncertain of my salvation. Vigilantly, you guard your heart and my isolation is complete. As if by layers, I feel my skin has burned away; sinew left exposed to the sun. Bereft of substance, enduring this life is my reparation. When the darkness descends, I'll be carrying my passion into the next life. |
Additional Notes:
I'm uncertain of the comma placement in the last 2 lines of the first stanza. Any
help with that would be appreciated. Had to proof my work myself, as I was eager to
post this. Also, suggestions for a title?
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