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I can feel the skin of the contoured walls
As I saw her w/ her rivers of tears.
Beyond the four corners of her entity,
I can taste her bitter fears
Of months-old existence of hurt & defeats.

But I can see the future of the Dust
As she laid herself on the golden Sky.
"I was searching in the invisible Sky,
Grasping every Word that floats.

I quiet my soul as I thirst for more.
For it's a picture of my future.
Words aren't illusions; but a Magical Being
More than my empty words,
Yours are my infinite praise.
Like air, like wind, oh Your Breath of Life
My Bread of Life as You speak."