ewe aer my Poetress
of the hungry Heart;
thirsting Icon of supplication-
to ewe i dedicate
this well-tested heart,
beseeching ewe in ewe
loving kindness,
to forget that i was once a child
eye am all shot thru with faults:
the 7 deadly sins
and there be holes and worn
spots plenty
in this gift: I have the scars.
Which is yes
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