so now as good as memory serves
remind my soul your breath
and find that truest love preserves
all grace that's beaten death
for what is born at depth survives
eluding outer twists
as truest love that's kept relies
on love that still exists
past breath oh please now show me grace
that truth may be my art
come breathe her soul and show her face
still housed within this heart
~Moses
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