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Is your soul blood red A dowry of bitter wine Spilling mortality Staining the divine Is eternity a prison The rusty knife of time Carving your senses Caging your mind Is flesh a pardon A tactile bribe Begging the question What is alive Is there a reason In this chalice of mine To sip my faith And fear no demise Is there a forever In your crying eye A word to grasp When your child has died

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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