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Feb 2012
Each step I took
Away from your gravestone felt
As if they were miles

The rain fell cool at
The rate of a heartbeat- quiet
Statue of the angel

Arms outstretched toward  
Bleak heavens (void and mute)- a thorny
Rose spills perfume at her feet
JL
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JL  United States
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