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Abortion
With pride and love she built me up,
and sailed me forth to test;
but I foundered on her sea of hope.
On the bottom, now, I rest.
Oh why could you not go down with me,
like the gallant captain, brave,
to the lonely bed of this deep dark sea,
to the depths of my watery grave?
Maharimi Karotlovitch, Feb. 23, 1976
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