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Holy (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah inscribed in the book of life battered pages, jagged lines, burdened stones dwelling spaces crushing places, words decaying meaning, sound an arrow of breathless fire shot to cripple unfit the spark which conceived it alone, alone, this is my shirah let me be alone, this is my devir isolation, the womb the able grave away from life |
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