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This is an old poem written by a character of mine that is on deck for attempted publication.  For anyone familiar with Egyptology, you might recognize a strong ancient Egyptian influence…

It would not be the only word spoken
if I would condemn my sight
there are few words broken
many excuses I might devise
but for your whisper alone
for your own embrace
would they request your presence
spread tears on your face
but for your whisper alone
I know that I would die
and you would mourn by my corpse
they would request your presence 
to do so
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