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This Life

This life I yield to you, engraved in purple prose, gratis I divest myself of it's encompass. It has been my home, my sanctuary and harbour; now altruism drapes it's cloak around your shoulders. You could grasp it's weave and knit unruly sinews, shape the empty flesh, endow the maiden vessel. This life I yield to you, inert and contemplative, awaits envisioned love to give it's purpose meaning.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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