Rilan Keathley
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My love, are you safe? Would you strike lightning
If I scream thunder? How well would I love
To know, how quaint would the knowledge be, how
Far would it hold me but would my fear of
Silence bide its space? Or will I be too
Harsh for this space, lost in its capsize, glad
It is finally done? I know not if
I should wish or beg or believe or add
The tally to my debt, or run - too late,
I fear. I know better and worse of fate.