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Mar 2022
He made me repeat
over and over
his name in the night
a prayer for safety
every time I woke up
night terrors and sweet salvation
he became preacher
and I believed
This incessant ritual
his name on my lips,
my desperate whispering,
I whimpered his affirmations,
waited for the miracle
to come.
He's gone now.
Nao
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     Rob Rutledge, Khoisan, Puck and davin habenicht
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