i shall pray
for love to take me
as evening
pulls around –
cuddled me in green
a bit of star
i shall want
that you would wait
until my will
is turned to stone
a plea for grace
to fill this place
you left me
once
alone
i shall rage for truth
when none becomes
the way i knew
of you
i shall want of this –
another day
when all my days
are through

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