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The Heart's Extent

By Brianna G Shullai


Let what I write be of you, and what I reveal and consume demand you. 

For love regardless of a warm hand, expels my unbelief. A grip too soft for a memory’s pride forgets, to need the want, to thirst, then love. 

His love most loyal to heaven, betrays my enmity. Its sure thoughts seem frail, where decisiveness meet reticence – a hesitant god. What lasts is coarsely said to an ear, disfigured of simplicity. An hour fearing a thief, knows to rebel light, and its profanity most disagreeable to ignorance speaks to me; lest I forget. 


By Brianna G Shullai


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