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Dec 2022
im carrying on,
entirely unable
to speak

just quietness
and questions

like,

come
, won't you?

it's a nightly presence,
nightly presents

divinely surrendered
magically tendered
finances tenured,

in the wake of your heart,
lord,
I'm rendered
Written by
songs from somewhere  here
(here)   
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   FraisDeLaFerme
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