I’ve yet to let

Go what’s gone.

In me the dead

will seed the dawn.

The flower of

this earthly wire

will climb to God

and then expire.

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	Julie Fissinger on In case you forgot
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	ChasingDoubt on Relativity
	timothypschilling on Via pulchritudinis 2

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