Sleeping Sanctuary

April 2, 2011
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I stood by your carriage--your preserver--your bed--
I wished to hear words, but none would be said.
I being so close, and you being near--
all whilst loneliness spread in the air.
Round the place where our bodies both were,
Myself by your side, and you off yonder.
Your body be stored, but your spirit won't cling--
My hands were so cold when I settled you in.

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