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Holy BooksThere are words like my faceLike my eyes Pale and deep There are words Deep set in me There are words Like my mom Hold me in Low and soft There are words That lull me off Water falls When water falls Water blurs And words are washed Off the page to Stream Bedroom floor Holding feet Filled with words While I sleep Bedroom floor Under me Water falls When water falls On holy books Words fall off In inky sheets Through roots of trees Down city gutters Through river streams And to the ocean Where they always were |