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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 4                                                                                                               page-266 To relax in ages depth. Dusty eyes, mello strangers, warm in greeting, bright with fire. strange people that sway softly and distantly. tired and used and thoughtless like old chairs in a corner. foggy whispers and secret places.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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