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I dispense myself In fractions, to acquaintances, Never as a whole
Angry rain pierces All, my clothes, my roof, like swift Heaven' munition
A frightening gift- For free- is a face that is An obscenity
Rising each morning Is waging war with a foe Greater than the sun
The fog obscures all But my hand in front of me On this winter eve
Little violets The morrow will devour you Yet you boldy bloom
The unknown and I Seem certain foes, but in sooth We are all we know