I’ve a disability
So you can’t know me
Not precisely
As I was built
Of a mystery
And if I’m like you
If I resemble you at all
It’s not coincidence—
Reason is unlikely.
I must go, forgive me
I’ve an assignation
With the Cause of Love
And its sessile undying heart.
Love who you are—
Without wish, never being ready.
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