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You have made sense of my misery
Drawn dawn closer to my heart
You have lassoed me back to me
Given meaning to this art

I have slept still and cold as a deadman
In the warmth of your soul
In the grain of your hands
In the catness of our shoal

You’ve found me where I’ve been
B’tween science, art and death
You’ve filled my blood serene
You are ink and life and bliss

If I’d only known all this…

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