08 August 2015

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2561
Be something prevalent
Of your inner presence
When friend or acquaintance call,
Or stranger, more,
And more so, lover;
Let its coherent strength
Still reveal itself then:
To courtesy a measure for measure,
Yet adding to this equal the addition to two;
In contention: the same,
To feel the measure of your anger
That but ever contends with itself
And no other.

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