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The natural
Not phased and not afraid
To return again and again 
From whence you came
With all Godspeed 
As if you don’t mind the taste of dust at all 

Twenty Two

Should you forewarned
Weave
Your warm sinew
Your sparked synapse 
With the cold
With the numb

Would you afterward
Meet
Our empath hearts
Our winged response
With your tears
With your pleas

Asked the angels