…Missunderstood (VI) Degree in separation anxiety…

Fall of the eleventh hour.
26 yearly letters.
Highbrow stopping-power.
Hindsight, I see you better.

Denied my faith.
Denied my pride.

Doves flew; Isles over
Atlas shirked. I cried.


And no, we’re never over.
/[vL].

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