charlett hobart

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Love remains in an unvisited land
Where the country of my affliction
Stands safely not understood -
Alien and apart to the foreign integrity
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No sound in this world
as a singing bird -
his music unfurled
mutes words - stringing on air
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No molten fire now my blood,
Nor pulse that thickly clots my brain -
Burnt down to skeletal need again -
I tend the embers till grown cold
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