Long psalms draw me into shadow.
A clatter rattles me. Death! But a lone flame alights, scattering harbored dark and my dry face is watered with hope.
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Long psalms draw me into shadow.
A clatter rattles me. Death! But a lone flame alights, scattering harbored dark and my dry face is watered with hope.
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