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3d
You reach out
Your scarred hand
Nailed to a Cross
For me to touch
To hold
To remember
Lest I forget
Your words through
Parched , bleeding lips
"I commented my Spirit"
Let me touch you
Let me hear you
You are my Life line
Keep me afloat
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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