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Oct 2016
the voice of the dim cathedral
haunts my bones
its slim fingers wrap around my neck
and through my skull
a voice from many
releases dawn on the backs of my eyelids
and sets fire to my ribs
a boy beckons us to hail true body
freeing me from earthly restraints
ave verum corpus : william byrd, ora
Leo
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Leo  beijing
(beijing)   
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