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69 lines
1.2 KiB
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Executable file
To Velouria
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2020-12-17
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***
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I do not wish to poison
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the waters between me and you,
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but my heart yearns to withdraw,
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to seek solitude
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to turn my back on
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the world that you've made,
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to sit at the lake's shores
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and watch the ducks play
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this reed-filled bank
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I know I can never return to,
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can never trespass,
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only pass through
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on a hot buggy day,
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sun glaring in my eyes
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as I shake a spanning tree
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for apples for a pie
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I know I possess
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power in my soul,
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a world without end,
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a universe I hold
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made by my weary hands
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from twelve to twelfth grade,
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to beyond the vale,
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somewhere past the glade
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the bees in the buds
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and the birds in the sky:
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I envy them all as they
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so carefree-ly fly
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everything with a pair,
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every one in its place
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but hyper-atomist me stuck
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seeking false grace
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dear Velouria, I wonder:
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why do you ask
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a miracle from me,
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an impossible task?
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to sever the last umbilical cord
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and be truly Sole and One,
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but I cannot bring myself to destroy
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all that I've become
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I would much rather live
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without the burden of your laws,
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a life of my own,
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a world with no need for gods
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I do not wish to poison
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the ocean that I am;
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my heart must beat on,
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even if my course is ran
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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