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3.23.2006
In the Sense of Hearing
You said you heard God's mouth move without speaking; in all of my life, I've not known a mute-swan to sing or my good father cry.Here, in the white, we heal hours we've wounded- like roads of the city, salt between stars, shadows of living, imminent heaven-and gasping silence rings acquainted in the ear of our scars.
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Didi Menendez
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