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May 2020
They come to me phrases,
crying out to be whole

One last bridge to cross,
no fare for the toll

Prodigal wanderers,
not spoken or heard

My breath used as payment
β€”conveying the words

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm
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