Explanations

I give you
what I am
What I ascribe
Chase, grab, pinch and desire
I give you as much as what I remember to be real
Inclusions of childhood recollections and burnt candles to the nub
Ladies who press pennies into our four year old hands
tithes and offering
Mildred, speaks to me
That even the smallest amount means something

*Writers block*

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