All Our Fear

September 24, 2016
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Deep and deep and deeper still,
You love to steal more than your fill,
Haunt the heavy heart of old,
Write our fate in tales foretold,
Run in blood and bone alike,
Make me doubt what’s wrong or right,
Whatever’s borne into this dream
Cannot escape your devious scheme:
Some consumed by flowered paper,
Some befall compassion’s wither -
But most symptoms end with lost desire.

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