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well
here we are
the
heart is a child, is it?
flutter
for meadows
to
catch the sun cast
rain
swept the boat rocking
nothing
remembered
just
the unworded image
day
wrought
dark
slept
now
that is the story
read
it differently
Jesus
is slain and risen
Cain
kills
where
is the soul then?
deeper
than down
made
of the already known
it's
like this with my own
forget
me and you'll have my beginning
you
read the story told
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