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Seventh Day Comes After

What makes you with me apart? the brooding dot leaving start where i am to find my end where the holes i am to mend the descent shines of crescent of love. i forget present come,come,come of break and stay in mine forever make not among the silent scenes of one fallen night, absent the basic art what i could learn of you taking me out of turn what i can tell you the only dot of marvel and stern stay in my trust to feel seventh day comes after zeal.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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