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if only for their faults
I prayed unto myself,
partitioning time
as if a subcontinent,
pondering life
and all her foibles,
to live through,
and yet not with,
salvaging memories of
a best forgotten
bulimic exchange,
of ideals foregone and
conclusions remembered,
if only for their faults,
I prayed unto myself…
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