The angels spun and flew directly at the sight of patriarchal rule, leaving kisses of you etched deep in the abyss of my memory. Daily waters are miles and miles from here, shrivelled, parched I watch as birds fly freely, gulping my share. If I ever come out of this exile alive, watch and find your breath for you shall truly be bearing witness to miracles... ...if love should but prevail � shalome 2003 |
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