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poem for pastors

lady, your heart has turned to dust
i bid them all farewell
we who stood
she limps with halting painful pace
last midnight
the body may confine
some of the hurts you have cured
a mist was driving down
in all things not spoken of
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
splendid and terrible your love

 



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