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An observation of life 1- I let go, becoming a fond memory in the mind of that in which I will never possess, performing deeds that will result in no reward to myself. Hand extended reaching out, feeling, grasping, holding, but never touching. Summer moves to fall, and like the seasons the cynical circle of sacrifice without loss and gain without obtaining anything revolves, endlessly and without faulting my progress or advancing me in any direction, forward or back. I am suspended in that which I have tried to exile myself from. I am propelled down the path I have always tried to travel. I am letting go, but always holding on without ever touching what has pinned mAn observation of life 1
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Pin and ink I whip and tote Upon the night I right my note, And by the dawn in which I hope, That all the soft words I haven’t spoke, Stirs her love, her hart I provoke.
My passion alive and my soul do burn Upon my mat I toss and turn, At mornings light I hope to learn, What my note has sung and if it earned, The woman’s hart or love, deterred,
My head held high my hard did gleamed I present my letter and at first it did so seamed, That all her love she will strum and scream. In my eye’s hope did so brightly teame
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