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I have slept,

slumbering,

yawning,

and dreamt

beautiful dreams.

I have swallowed

my own tears

while salt parched lips,

desert dry,

cracking, crumbling,

feared

the next windy word

would blow me away.

My madness

mumbling

translucent

traces of God.

No arrogance

would dare

attempt

shake Her

from the tip of my tongue

while She teases me

with deep

silent

kisses.

-Jack Cross

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