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The holy city breathed
Like a dying man
It moved with hopeful tears
With
the tears of the blind
And on and on as the night drew in
Through broken streets
That sucked me in
My feet
were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promised land
I pushed through crowds
Through seas of
prayer
Through twisting hands and choking air
A vulture at the wailing wall
I circled...
Waiting...
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