For Him I Know Not: Xxxi
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That was a secret
I hid from myself
Last night when
I fidgeted through
An empty cold night
The recollection of
A heart bursting its seams
A heart beating at its
Regular pace filled
The night with warmth
That sprawled to settle on me;
Bursting forth a secret
That lie hidden within me
Unknown to myself!
I'm now impoverished
And light...
But possess all the wealth
One can ever possess
To be called the richest...
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