Peace
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Rahman Henry
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Not those milkshake doves-
A white shadow
Perhaps
Drifting down the heaven
No sooner than it touches the ground
Becomes formless
All the bathing-birds coming out of crimson waters
Of hemoglobin
Yet, All the Scriptures too.
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