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A Tear And A Stitch
Once I was wearing
This vestment of love--
One thing I didn't know
Was what it is of.
But from sliding inside
It, I realize a tear
That, as sure as hell,
Is from everyday wear!
I am therefore adorned!
Now, was only torn,--
Embarassed, scorned!
Are we lovelorn?
Love, who are you
To enervate my presence?
We botch an answer is
A stitch to a dehiscence!
there is so much intelligence and truthful plight here........you have given definition to what i want to feel..............truly well done.......