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A flare of light that evens out, a candle that was lit.
O God, my life, is it still there, within the midst of it? -
empty the reed within silence; silent the sob in its hush
bloodless the lips pressed in violence; air still in hold of sky's blush -
She moved gracefully up an aisle of the plushest white,
her exquisite satin gown flowing in pristine white, -
from areola to crowned halo
the child suffered entrapment -
I am gone to the woods for a cleansing breath,
For a silent thought and a velvet touch;
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