Twenty Two

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Should you forewarned
Weave
Your warm sinew
Your sparked synapse 
With the cold
With the numb

Would you afterward
Meet
Our empath hearts
Our winged response
With your tears
With your pleas

Asked the angels 

Shade

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Once I reach the top

I’d decided 

I’d trek another hill of sorts

I’d seek what ever shade was thrown

I’d not care of the noise or thorns or weeds

I’d stop to inspect flowers, picking up discarded things

Once I was discarded

yet alone

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I was the one with saddened eyes
Through no fault but mine own
I faced the world with broken smile
Surrounded yet alone

And then I fell into your light
And then I saw your voice 
Though all the shallow prodded me
Your depth received my choice