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BEWARE by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER

First Line: I CLOSED MY HANDS UPON A MOTH
Last Line: I FOUND A DYING HUMAN SOUL.
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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