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Jan 2014
She sees a friend
I pray for more
And in her hands
Her cold cross cuts
Her gift to me
Her faith that guides
And in her hands
Her cold cross cuts
Our hands connect
Hers cool, mine fire
And in our hands
Her cold cross cuts
Her eyes on mine
I stammer thanks
And in our hands
Her cold cross cuts
She walks away
Into the night
And in my hands
Her cold cross cuts
Cain Arkay Lazarus
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Cain Arkay Lazarus  29/Genderqueer/California
(29/Genderqueer/California)   
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