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| My Life Together |
| What am I that I deserve another's hope and will? I am a damaged thing, cracked and broken still. What I have lost I try to gain, but there is just pain that I have earned in failure, torn and trackless strain. Who am I that I would take another's love and care? I am a worn and fruitless task, a tired, fainted wear. I can not be what I am not, with me a black derision. I wander up and down, confused, lacking in decision. How am I that I press with need another's glad intent? Do I lie to myself? Do I write a selfish message sent? I live only to pass the days. But there is a passion in me. I must write my words down to stare at the world so thinly. Where am I that I clutch another's hand across the distance? I have nothing of worth to offer. What I own is forever instance of my love. I am a sailess ship on a silent sea of mirrored glass. My reflection is a pointless image. There is no value, silent pass. When am I that I fall into another's time? I think I will steal my heart away to give it freely. This is my open center, feel the flames of bursting heat. You must be my purpose, make my life together. I will pour into you all that I am, that you may take. � 2000 DPMcClellan |
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