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Your love was my savior;
And your gift is my chain;
But such is life’s behavior;
The cycle of famine and rain;
Or this cloud that fogs;
My lonely thirsty dunes;
Raining ink and frogs;
Wretched chants and runes;
Visions I should have trusted;
I should have shown content;
But I dreamt I lusted;
And I did consent;
Now I am halfway between regret and sorrow;
Juggling nights and days till the awaited morrow.
©FAT 2019