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vouch the coming sun

my heart for

to return

i am under concern

worth the taste of blood

cupped held calling

again and again

i am not answering 

gracious telling of my fault

i survive the dark

a moment on to carry with

the spoken words id said

and meant

danger has been stole away

hurting starts setting in

im baleful in this pit

not without concern

but certainly hope

im taken in