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high placesIn life and art today when anything goes
This thin sliver of skin the surface in
Which all a person’s soul is living is
Stripped naked like the tree in winter field
On which the evil of our hearts is hung.
False lovers speak to me no more of things
I have no interest in whose promises
All turn out to be lies that take not give.
For there is only one body that
Can satisfy one wine which quenches thirst.
Perfection of eternity in time
The holy masterpiece of human life
The glory of the gift of holiness
The happiness of which is unsurpassed.

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