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Though I have fallen, and sometimes hard,
I am not without height.

Though I feign at injustice,
I am not without might.

Though I have been scorned, for many a thing I’ve done wrong,
I am not without dignity.

I stand with benignity.

Though I have lied and cloaked my thoughtless misdoings,
I am not without honor.
I am not without truth.

My skin, soft and fleshy
is not without scar.
Every line traces lesson
with marking, unmarred.

I am not without humor,
though I know how to cry.

I am not without song,
though I sit in silence beside.

and also,

and always,

I am not without you.

 

– though worlds divide

– and cloud covers hide

 

I am not –

now or ever –

without.

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