To the woman,Who's name
To the woman,
Who's name I do not know yet.
Heart's placement still,
Red weight waiting Inside of me,
Contemplation my divination.
Halt...
Still seen,
Abetter...Thing's lost.
Matter that love shall bring.
They've all interment.
Not fitted,
Fate... Has'nt been yet befought.
Like through my spirit causes golden wrought.
Alternate seer here,
A thought you fear.
Tears.
Tears.
Tear.
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