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Press your clean,
youthful
cheek to my cracked
lips,
teach my tongue to move
and learn
new voices formed in
joy
and in gladness, fill
my belly
with the resounding
shivers of laughter
and give me new wine to
drink,
blood that fills the
basin
in the center of my
body; I am
like the bowl used to
sprinkle
the corners of the
altar.