aged and frail from constant menstruation,
seepage and flow of life’s blood,
stained and strained you reached out
to touch a hem, the merest flicker of a thread,
yet connecting and exchanging,
receiving purity for uncleanness,
healing for disease, transferring your afflictions
onto me; the pure one made unclean,
the healer become the diseased,
we change places, you rising, I falling,
partners for a moment in the dance of love.
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Mumford and Sons - I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends.
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