My sister is beautiful
pale like a rare dawn
she sheds light that is sometimes difficult
because though people claim they want illumination
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There was a touch of gray
That day when I bled no red
and was dead for that one minute I stopped sinning
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I found the bones of my grandfather
deep beneath the Patterson street
and drank secrets like sweet wine
...
With a touch of furrowed brow
an idle hand wipes the sweat off
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