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Renunciation is a piercing Virtue
Renunciation is a piercing Virtue
The letting go
A Presence for an Expectation
Not now
The putting out of Eyes
Just Sunrise
Lest Day
Day’s Great Progenitor
Outvie
Renunciation is the Choosing
Against itself
Itself to justify
Unto itself
When larger function
Make that appear
Smaller that Covered Vision Here
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