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ParalyticProcess

Published: Jun 2, 2015

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You were born in thought,
a fragment of a dream
but even then
I loved you.

Knit from bone
you became whole
a sweet revelation
in my own rebirth.

You opened
as I closed
my breath cast into the quiet
burning bush.

-D.E.M

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