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Your Nerve
If your nerve deny you,
Go above your nerve.
He can lean against the grave,
If he has no fear to swerve.
Thats a stedy posture,
never any bend.
Held those gentle arms,
the best a giant can mend.
If your soul should sea-saw,
Lift the flesh door.
The flame of love wants oxygen,
Yet nothing more...
NOTE: not my own poem. this poem i have to research for college, and want to know how it makes people feel. please comment if you want to it would help me tremensly.
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