Sorry! but in order to tout love from every side
I won't come to it stilly
Heart's red and porous so I said to myself,
pushing into place
that I thought of nothing more than to be
like him 'Don't leave!'
See, Jack loved his Helen, and he grieved
and made himself tall
So I tried my best, too, unobserved, to
look tallish, like him
If C.S. Lewis can, then up the stairs I'd
bound along, in my vest,
in order to reach the dark of her portholed
door, the soft expulsion
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