A Gift

the day has arisen when the gift is to be brought,

and given not to the ghost of the tree where he lives,

but passionately I remove myself from the God, who

taught the Godly is a forlorn hope that the ghost is on the either side of life,

where she lives and loves a phenomenon called me,

The gift for her is a chance to feel the superior what is negated of love,

I feel the racist dominion of separation, I love thee, I love not,

you still remind of the gift to be given after seasons of separation.




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