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were not for this
divine resolve –
will that wanted more than I
could ever fill
while standing –
or raised on toes
the shade of mine
to offer up
my only kiss
to lips that seemed
a kinder fate
another time
a single need
for one more
tenderness to taste
may stretch beyond
a field of golden
here my soul –
were not for this
my smile was saved
some other breath
for mine
to hold

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