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Alleluia (Free verse) by fevriere The lapping of tongues,
the lullaby.
The Word of God:
that He is with us always now,
even with dry mouths,
even when the word can't be conjured.
The licking of teeth,
the littlest creed.
Up the ladder:
Suicide
Down the ladder:
A River Ran Through It
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Posted: November 16, 2004 9:40 AM PST; Last modified: November 16, 2004 9:40 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1589375 Overall Rank: 5145 178 view(s)
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