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Wretched life had laid me down
    on grass not yet bent


only to pierce my skin
    and leave me spent
        of spirit and blood


for all of history and
    cunning to forgive


would not do for all
    the time not sent


into heaven or out of hell
    for those not seen but
        only heard of


love lost and 
    souls forgotten


r.p.leith
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