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on a Palm Sunday
I was roaming town
offering olives branches

in exchange for funds
to the church when I
found myself face

to face with the boy
I beat on birth place
along cold corridors

we sat on the steps
of the tallest building
to compare depths

colds sand colored
marble steps at
lunch time we

had no appetite
we bore similar hues
mostly our intelligences

bonded

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.

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