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I grieve with a sorrow as wide as the skies,Whispering prayers where the unseen lies.I shape my breath from the ache I wear,My heart held captive by its despair.I rise to verse only through pain's demand,As a dying soul takes death's hand
AmazonPages: 260, Paperback, Madarek Company for Publishing and Distribution
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