wilsonbob
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Good...and kind. Oh, that I could entwine these words Then bind them to the chambers of my heart. Starting anew With Life flowing through Returned to the hue Perfused, once again, Where Love was eschewed. A seasoned, skillful surgeon's hands Ones that can undo the bands Of hatred and injustice Are longed for. Hands that can, in dark recesses, Fix the flow that now egresses Forever excising gross transgresses. When heart is ready, hands appear, Steady, studied, stained, austere They gravely grant the longed for gift Absorbing pain from primordial rift Effortless seems to be the repair But on surgeon's brow, blood's beading there.
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