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An Offering (Proposal) to My Teacher
Becoming bitter,
I learned to suppress my hunger.
You stimulated my pallet with your sweetness
and I hungered.
Walking without purpose
I stumbled over myself.
You took hold of my hand
and I was steadied.
When attacked by the cold
I would defend my residence.
You showed me to open,
embrace the cold and warm it.
When lost and confused,
I rushed a...
Monday 5th March 2018 2:44 pm
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