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Advent First

Mine heavy heart

Is Thine — to bust —

And Dinner

For prideful thoughts

Waging war

On hopes grown thinner

On a diet of selfie lore

Lord, bring peace

My angels calling

Knitting golden fleece

Of my thoughts

Flown to Greece

And when it lands

On fluttering hearts

Let it never wither

But bring it thither

Home to my candle

Lit for you to wrangle

Me out of my winter

And shine for the shelter

For hearts lost

In the circus welter

🎨 Corcos, Waiting by the Fountain

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