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If,



on the cusp,

between hallow and tide

there are brokers…



Know,

the gardens

which have wept

still breathe…



Bleed,

your every pain;



And they will stand,

For every grief…



Beyond

these days

and carved names

long forgotten…



Guard,

to every whisper,

Wish,

confided in a daze…



Protecting,

And defending;



Always,

and evermore…



Attesting.