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Your words of wisdom fall on deft ears
----while hearts high above Sore:
 Even the most painful touches come forth from heaven
----while my own tears cleanse the wounds.
               Gaping and Shaking
 My thumb can not move-
 So,  Man of this earth: Give me a ride home 

And do not let go!

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