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ОглавлениеThe Place
we have come
into the church
after years of death
lived in a world
no longer listening
to God. the incense
cleanses our wounds
as flickering candles
on a crystal moon night
carry us to you. we sit
before two sore eyes
on a saint never suspicious
of strangers, full of acceptance,
sleeplessly waiting, and find
rest. we light candles for those
turned dusty ash to raise
them once again from the
terrible silence.
