All of the time

I wrote pages of poems about prisms and prose
That leapt through the fire, escaped from the throes
I saved you from oh so many of those
And all of the time you were dying
I sang so many songs celebrating your years, your life and your triumphs and bittersweet tears,
I shouted and cried out, and blocked all the jeers, and all of the time you were dying

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