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cleave

short of my soul, which God holds, I am yours. if you would have me: human and bent, sent to Hell and back on more than one trip for water for the burnt. still with a few trips left and a desire to inspire one more heart to feel something honest and beautiful. to make children, whether of paper and ink and light or flesh and blood. to be for you all you ask of me, want me to be, need me to be. that I can be. William F. DeVault. all rights reserved. A lot can be read into this poem. Cleave is a strange word, being to but tear apart and put together. It carries religious significance and a certain roughness to it. Be assured, all will be revealed in time.