questions
if I could hide
somewhere inside
the bosom of a moment,
my heart would try
to ask it why
each second is a torment;
and edified
i’ll set aside
anxiety and resentment
that there reside
between self and pride
love’s better judgment.
somewhere inside
the bosom of a moment,
my heart would try
to ask it why
each second is a torment;
and edified
i’ll set aside
anxiety and resentment
that there reside
between self and pride
love’s better judgment.
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