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Last Bridge
They come to me phrases,
crying out to be whole
One last bridge to cross,
no fare for the toll
Prodigal wanderers,
not spoken or heard
My breath used as payment,
-conveying their words
(Villaova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
crying out to be whole
One last bridge to cross,
no fare for the toll
Prodigal wanderers,
not spoken or heard
My breath used as payment,
-conveying their words
(Villaova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
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Last Bridge
Last Bridge