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He was statuesque,a masterpiece torn freefrom its marble mold,yet his gaze was one of a trapped bird, chainedto something woven of shadows and fedby the pinpricks of the molten divine, consumedby the kind of tragedy that leads only the most tormentedto a church, hoping to cut loose what binds him to a past that creepsup his spine like a discordant melody.
Natalie Gasper
Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Powerful, imagery, such a powerful poem!
Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge in the light: Helen Keller http://www.facebook.com/fansofMichellerkidwell
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