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Has One Who Sees
From "Has None Who Sees"
Some days thick linger and fill me opaque
I’m untouched by sun like a rock river-breaks
I wish I were empty to be filled with love
But all faith I gave you, in me, back, is shoved.
What made blood’s home to be outside our veins
And why must it be there when it puts mine in flames?
I love you, and it hurts. Is this all my fault?
To see your body bloody, hanging or behind bars
I see youth, sun shining through transparent skin
Still empty, not seeing sweet Satan’s fine grin
I pray that to fill up, empty they’ll choose
And I weep for this, which they have to lose.
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