O my soulmate

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I was mewling badly,
You hooked me 
from Cannon's mouth.
My perils vent up 
when felt your breeze around,
Assumed myself 
not an earthly worm 
but made up from 
mud of your feet.
You gave me reason 

To breathe
O my soulmate.

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