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The Divine

My feet feel their way Along the rocky river bottom Arms balancing Waist bending Ankles slipping, twisting, Toes gripping on algae-covered stones And maneuvering Through ice-cold hell Hell Hell Hell Until you. A warm tuft of grass and clover Soft and green Ankles burning with warmth Love Salvation.

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