Balzac ll
the braising tomorrow
gathered beneath me
upon a silent glare
sounded by great wealth
unwanted unneeded borrowed
from yesterday oh how I gazed
above ground whimpering
a solid tear formed from a nesting
fear an empty sigh where love
loomed about God's own
galleries of hidden faith
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