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Oct 2010
I knelt
elbows propped
eye lids shut.
I inhale the smell;
the strong scent of
incense--frankincense
with myrrh.
I hear the figure in black talk
his voice rings strong through out the
building
ringing off the crumbling walls
reflecting like the light
through the stain glass windows.
Kimberly C Brown
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