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The holy city breathed
like a dying man
it moved with hopeful tears
with the tears of the blind
and on and on as the night drew in
through broken streets
that sucked me in
my feet were bare and cut with stones
with walking to the promise land
I pushed through crowds
through seas of payer
through twisting hands and choking air
a vulture at the Wailing Wall
I circled
Waiting
and on and on as the night drew in
through broken streets
that sucked me in
my feet were bare and cut with stones
with walking to the promise land
