Flightless

Flightless

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January 30, 2000: Flightless
I held you close to me—the silk of your armor savored. Unspoken words, while God sat nearby watching, teaching…viewing the afterlife. Slowly I turn…your eyes I stare into with silence. Question the faith of a traveler and he shall listen—doubt a nonbeliever and he will choose to defend. No sword in the palm of my hand. No shield to block each beating. Hit me again! Hit me until we are friends.

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