David X Novak
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Wounded we are; and wounds
        So deep don’t heal
Within a life: profound’s
        The bitter deal,

And as we took so we
        May give the lash,
A cycle from which free
        We try to crash,

Yet lacking calmness but
        Ourselves injure
Harming another—what
        A soul-singer.


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