Right away I've forgiven
What I've been given.
I might say I'll take it
What I might now have.
I've taken my lot, my vacant lot.
And I'll water down the ardent growths
That break through spots, my weakest spots.
I'll wander down the advent of loss.
I'll instill my wander with intent.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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