For Him I Know Not: Xiii
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i come back to you
to set the cracks caused
in this clay mold
not once do you turn me down
you simply touch-heal
to seal the cracks and help me
stand steady and smile
this loving touch of yours
remakes me time and again
your caring hands are always
ready to gently hold me
whenever i stumble...
12jul2010
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