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I came to you like a blinded man a supplicant on the road to ruin Someone who had once owned hope but sewed it up in a sack and gave it to a beggar on the street I came to you like a condemned man inches from the noose holding hands with a phantom a shadow masquerading as wisdom or death Finally I came to you in desperation the desperation of those whose parents have disowned them of those with a terminal disease called life a street corner clown miming his passions one false tear tattooed on his cheek And you humored me Held me at arm's length while you wove a spider's web shield to wrap up your heart defend it never truly surrender it Yet you dear heart are my one I never thought it would be like this never imagined that a bloviated moon would sleep between us. That a crows' chorus would be our wedding march. Yet here we are. Dare I say it? At peace.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
For Mary W
I came to you like a blinded man a supplicant on the road to ruin Someone who had once owned hope but sewed it up in a sack and gave it to a beggar on the street I came to you like a condemned man inches from the noose holding hands with a phantom a shadow masquerading as wisdom or death Finally I came to you in desperation the desperation of those whose parents have disowned them of those with a terminal disease called life a street corner clown miming his passions one false tear tattooed on his cheek And you humored me Held me at arm's length while you wove a spider's web shield to wrap up your heart defend it never truly surrender it Yet you dear heart are my one I never thought it would be like this never imagined that a bloviated moon would sleep between us. That a crows' chorus would be our wedding march. Yet here we are. Dare I say it? At peace.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
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