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blockade

pity, like an embolus,
found itself lodged
in the claret tubes
of my cudgelled heart.

drowned ‘neath the heavy
flow of doubt and fear, hope’s
moribund eyes nearly closed.

yet,

in this land of dying love
you were my very own Merrimac.

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