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∴

my entitlement to misery
is the deed to my demise.
and gain would i the ground to wet
with fruitless grounded cries.

the trucèd lands of kindness
must till into my heart
that bearing once where barren bored
becomes my sacred part.

give me tools to do such building
that sturdy make my frame
and on the peaceful sands of promise
may i re-etch my name.

∴

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