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Afterthoughts and Offerings

Wiretrippa

Bluelighter
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If the alabaster object of my heart's

Desire

Swings the sun about her head to set my soul

Afire

Then I'm scorched and conflagrated and entrenched

Despite

My attempts to contravene it and thus earn

Respite

If the raven-haired full focus of my heart's

Content

Sends the moon in all its bloom against my mind's

Repent

Then I'm hastened, hard-embraced and locked against

Reprieve

And in the battered, blasted dusk I'm forced alone to

Grieve
 
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