Cleveland, OH
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August 15, 2019

When all crickets fall silent
The wind stills 
Dropping at my window 
The immutable prayers 
Of the Ancient ones 
Mine 
Yours 
Ours 
They breathed us into Now 
Prayed a tomorrow 
That we walk today 

How I wonder 
Is this evening so quiet 
Are there no more 
Praying fo...

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