The Barren Man
J
James McLain
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Full,
I am empty like the rest.
The nurse that held me in her hands.
Empty,
as the priest withheld his vows.
Upon my knees,
where I forever knelt.
Lillies,
made to look like sister rose.
Fountains leap up high upon one's self.
Dead,
I rise to look once more upon the shelf.
I see a road,
that leads me back to other worlds.
I never made.
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