I
Think
Of
Crucifixes
Now
I
Am
A
Crucifix
Of
Suffering
Myself
And
That
Be
Why
These
Nights
I
Hear
Of
Ghosts
And
Shrouds
The
Sigh
The
Groans
The
Sufferings
And
Verses
Of
Beauty
High:
In
My
Heart
All
Whirling
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