Beware

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Title:     Beware
Author: Dora Sigerson Shorter [More Titles by 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.

[The end]
Dora Sigerson Shorter's poem: Beware

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