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Sep 2015
My beloved ****** his hand
into the opening ,
and my inmostΒ Β being
yearned for him .
I arose to open to my
beloved.
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
upon the handles of the bolt.
Jimmy Hegan
Written by
Jimmy Hegan  gandhinagar
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