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Beware
DSS (1866-1918 / Ireland)

Beware

Poem By Dora Sigerson Shorter

I closed my hands upon a moth
And when I drew my palms apart,
Instead of dusty, broken wings,
I found a bleeding human heart.
I crushed my foot upon a worm
That had my garden for its goal,
But when I drew my foot aside
I found a dying human soul.

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