Sunday, August 3, 2014

Living In Denial Comments

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In answer to your call coming from your house, like the many knockings of sunrise
I come to your gate with raised hands like those bare branches of winter trees welcome spring, with skywards turned open arms.
You have turned me away many a time like the night spurns the rocking crescent moon assured of its return soon, in all its fullness.
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