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Nov 7 · 1 min read

Blackbirds leave the wire
like so many needles
abandoning the seam.
We’re undone under
sniper laden skies,
a broken tale of light lacking direction.
I can’t get nearer my God to Thee,
unless I get closer to you,

Blackbirds leave the wire
like so many needles
abandoning the seam.
We’re undone under
sniper laden skies,
a broken tale of light lacking direction.
I can’t get nearer my God to Thee,
unless I get closer to you,

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