even as I trembled and wondered who I was,
as I became a vagabond within my own spirit
and wept on my solitude through rheumy eyes,
you held my mind in your calloused hands
and told me that
it was
lovely.
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even as I trembled and wondered who I was,
as I became a vagabond within my own spirit
and wept on my solitude through rheumy eyes,
you held my mind in your calloused hands
and told me that
it was
lovely.