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And so, the quiet knows In time, the distance grows I call her name, at last The dice are therein cast I see her; through her shield Through the shell, unsealed A light that dances there A fire, clear and rare I reach to it, and find My hand and arm Outshined I pull it back, declined The contrast sharp; Defined I’ll never know her light I’ll never earn the right I’m dark; I don’t deserve This knowledge, I’ll preserve She goes her wayward way Respectfully, I’ll stay.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
A fire, clear and rare
And so, the quiet knows In time, the distance grows I call her name, at last The dice are therein cast I see her; through her shield Through the shell, unsealed A light that dances there A fire, clear and rare I reach to it, and find My hand and arm Outshined I pull it back, declined The contrast sharp; Defined I’ll never know her light I’ll never earn the right I’m dark; I don’t deserve This knowledge, I’ll preserve She goes her wayward way Respectfully, I’ll stay.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
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