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WITH THE PITY OF PACE
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JOURNAL #11 he keeps me under tight emotional lock and key
in his charitable chamber's room of grace
though I am clearly not the one I see
as my traitorous mirror reflects his unforgiving
face
I harp upon his almost careless manners
or them, there the lack of
yet how could I go on living in this over
controlled imperfect place
without the presence of his immediate and all
consuming love
that I simply could not do.................
(Feb. 25, 1994 am)
