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  • Pierced is the heart in a moment of sight,
    to the seeing of the tissue that is the child.

    She holds the child as it is light and blooming,
    as fragile as the passing night.

    She had dropped the due of life
    to be tasted fully only after death.

    To have pierced the heart
    she found the mind only a dream.

    The drooping heads,
    The Sapless bones,
    upon the sands that cloud the dying mass -
    a shroud on mans horizon.
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