A word we no longer use
A word we no longer use
In violent agreement
I respair
In desolate discord,
I despair
I am not a misfortunate heir
to loss, I swear.
My life and love
I hope,
To repair
In all my actions and thoughts,
Everything and everywhere
I prepare.
Alone, solitaire,
because I deeply care
I declare!
This is the burden I will happily bear.
By Sean Callahan
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