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Alive
that boat on the coast croons the waves
whisking a dying infant in
a baptist sea for saving,
brought faith in God to save them,
a baptist sea for saving.
I see them from sand afloat-
a buoy in the water with chance
and such a sacred body
might sinking be belief-
to then arise them another-
alive.
[2020]
Wednesday 29th July 2020 6:08 pm
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