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Apr 2018
I think I'll fall upon
My sword
Plunge it deep without
A word
Perhaps conjure up a
Let it **** in everything
I knew
Or I might breathe again
Release it to the wind
Let it carry it beyond
Come gently back
Without sin
If then it leaves an inprint
On my splattered
I'll dab them up
Rearrange them
With my hopeful cloth
Then I'll be whole once
From body to spirit my
mind I can again adore
I'll paint me with colors
Each sentence I spoke
Think of days past and
Be blessed that I awoke
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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