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WASH

By Susan DiPronio

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Will you wash my body

when I lay upon the last throne.

 

No other will do.

 

As stiffness replaces softness

that held you through the storms

 

let your fingers flow gently

tracing the last lines of my life.

 

While they fill with your tears

drink of me one last time.

 

 
 

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