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The moon is a pale sliver
of the bloody morning sky
I feel the wistful spirits peering
from behind its silver skirt
yearning for color giving themselves names
whispering to be heard
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please touch me Jesus
I need to know the surrender
of a compassionate man
before my proud body animal
births this new flesh
Amen
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