This poem moves me.
~Kyle
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New Face
by: Alice Walker
I have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor its coming with all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries
of the blood with headless heed and swirl,
to know the rush of feelings
swift and flowing as water.
The source appears to be
some inexhaustible spring
within our twin and triple selves;
the new face I turn up to you
no one else on earth
has ever seen.
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