Come

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God (but you are beautiful)
I whisper,

half afraid to breathe
or close my eyes.

So beautiful
(and here with me)

and I am old
and I am hungry (lonely)

and not used
to worlds of wonder.

Come.
(She comes to me.)

And I am naked and I die
a miracle of dreams.

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