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wispering
Martyr
wilowisp
Something stirs out there
on the other side of the glass.

A new constellation
stars like vespers
suns like sisters
close enough to touch.

My heart wants to open
six seraphim wings
(many-eyed)
and soar aloft
born on hymns.

Sometimes there is too much
and then there is

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