Follow That
It follows to say I thought what I said
But nothing arrived and time was nil,
If only the space in which I have betrayed
Came back to conquer my authored soul
I might well be on my way to where
You rest your head and the skin you’ve shed
Entangles my mind of minds while you mind
The sun could smile a thousand times
And I still would have nothing to say.
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