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Sep 2014
In the mist of shapeful clouds,
in the midst of a friend's grieving,
opened a fist of one lower than
the cherub's wrist outstretched.
Adrift, a story of comfort
exists to ensure her:
blessed is her loved one passed.
Sean Yessayan
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Sean Yessayan
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