The world reminds me bleak
To leave alone in her gasped hatred
We tether without pole
Unlent
A cost in giving
Men of less kneeling placating
Beggars of birthing

Shallow kiss in minded space
So sparce the journal hasn't rented my clothing while she

  She remembers before we danced
In deeper wells
    With less touching

This is David Gate giving her to you all

His resentment