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The sweetest Heresy received
That Man and Woman know—
Each Other’s Convert—
Though the Faith accommodate but Two—

The Churches are so frequent—
The Ritual—so small—
The Grace so unavoidable—
To fail—is Infidel—

I'm lost in the corners of my mind, and that's not very pretty.
I want there to be light in there but it's just a cluster of darkness and sadness and memories.
I don't know why I remember the things I do, they just stay there.
Maybe if I clear my mind the light will shine through.
And it won't be so dark and scary.
Can someone help me find the light?