By Damien Knight
Don’t think ill of me
I feel like sand
Sand under pressure
Turns to stone once more
Love I know that doubt
In the sub-spaces of my mind
Is not who I really am
My heart isn’t ice
Remember it melted away
To the warmth of your love
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A heathen conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one
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