It is the way of man that if
Sin should maul his hand he
At once withdraws and cradles it and
Marvels at the pain and
Yet even before the flesh
Has fully healed he
Gazes with nostalgia at the
Wounds that still remain.

Zeba Khan

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10/7/2008 7:57:36 AM. You Are Here: Last Night by Zeba Khan