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Apr 2016
A sharp blade slashes with divine precision
The softened heart
Leaving the most precious wound
That will never heal
A sign, a seal
Of all that is true
And all that is real
All that remains
When the blood is drained
Empty space
For the wind to fill
james arthur casey
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james arthur casey
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   --- and Vanessa Gatley
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