You withdraw, becoming like wood,
a figure in a frozen memory.
You clothe yourself in your sins
as a buttress against deeper
But I care not what you
   may have done,
to cancel out desperation's
   cold tongue;
I see beyond the guise.
I will never judge you,
who loves you so.

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© 1990 Steven E. Callihan

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