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fallen
in the afermath of desire, he lay fallen upon the path
thine heart seared from the fire, as a consequence of His wrath
purpose hath called from above, yet we lay upon rocks below
intentions ever so pure, often leave no room for the cure
At times it is ourselves
At times it is ourselves where the cure is needed most. Thus we see 'no room' for the cure of others. 'let him without sin cast the first stone'.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "