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Nine Wishes Wish #36: To Forgive Ourselves Let us imagine That the bruises we bear The griefs that burn Hollows in the heart Are now touched with streaming colors Red and green and the soaring of violet. The leaden box Is pried open now And colors that cool and warm And croon Stroke your forehead And whisper "All is well." "For Claire, who deserves to be forgiven, and free." 09/19/05 |
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