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Literature

the days i bend

life, my fire, my den, did you ever abridge my death from my chapter, the stem of my birthing from its aching awakening? my course, pray it be far, with its neglection scathed hushes my harm and cry and if stayed fast, will then transcend the days i bend for this, be it my all, my none, my day begun, longer it be suffice for my call and viewing until the day my life does stray that reason, be it still or shaky in its tracks won't rid my morning view, won't void my actions true, for it is fear that defeats us