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Sweet Little Dove
oh dear dove
dear sweet little dove
I met your gaze
with my self blinded eyes
on a corner of the street
while the city is trying to sleep
many men came
took your hand
(and took you to a room)
no one really came
asking for your hand
no kin to invite you
on the cold winter
no one to write a note
or to take a picture
you took the blame
for the secret sins
of all men
they ignored how
vulnerable you are
inside those linen
I met your gaze again
today while you passed me
wearing red
on my way to
receive my
sacramental bread
I wondered…
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