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He came to me, like an old friend. He came to me, like a lover. He came to me, looking for help. Three nights. Endless days. Somewhere...

Last night I saw Jesus in the basilica  a face familiar but unlike  what art or statues show. Yet clear as day  a strong nose, parted...

She climbed into my mouth and   made a pocket, paper thin,  shallow as the envelope at the   back of your books I held her like an idol ...