I hold to silence, and
Many birth stand before me
What emanates of soul, that
Belongs not to my existence
You rumple my reason
The moment I puff my heart
You wheeze my breath
Still I crave your eternity
What must I hold?
To cease my silent uptake
What comes of birth
Belongs thy heavenly abode
Give an ounce darting thy love
Prune me from the guise of births!
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