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  • Oph Kiltah

Ode 1

I wish that I could talk to you but I’m trying to be a man of my word which means I’ll have to bite my tongue.

So I guess I’ll write verses until the day is old and long past the night being young.

Each syllable will be an ode to an emotion carried on a pulse that only quickens with each moment that has passed.

A rising tide whose din should not diminish until the day you allow me to break-fast.

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