Poem 3.15.22

I could never give you all of me,
I learned,
and unlearned,
and relearned,
I could never give you my dreams.
I knew the fear. 
But I didn’t
see the nightmare.

I planted.
I grew.
I sang.
I knew.
I saw.
I, you.
One space was always 
an absolute.

One heart was always
a beat.

One time was always
a battle.

Peace&self-regard always
as sun&soil.
The Beast
was best.
I was proud, yes.

The Dreams
still grew.
I was persistent, yes.

The Sins
left scars.
I was pure, yes.

The Love
was woven.
I was prefect, yes.

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