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What it means to be devoted:
by Aaron BlairYour name is like the prayer of a little child,
a devotion so rote as to mean nothing at all.
Palms pointed toward heaven, but empty of substance.
I know you, I know you, I've seen your face,
but what does your face know?
Words in the dark don't drift upwards.
They suffocate in the vacuum.
I watch them die. 03/14/2007 Posted on 04/01/2007
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