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Pie Jesu
Before my acquiescence into the night,
prior to the sensation of losing conception,
assimilating thoughts into something of virtue;
before my sojourn
wagon trails marked where we've been,
not where we're going,
holding hands to new frontiers,
by your side under the nights kissing sky,
before the sensation of conception,
keeps us apart once more.[/i]
Published 22nd Apr 2014
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