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Friday, March 18, 2016

I'm a grave.
With flowers coming out of my mouth.
Take her body into yours.
Deliver me from
The hope
Of
Living.

I cheated. I strayed. I was unfaithful.

I'm unable.
This is the sinner's table.
I'm wrought with grief and rage.

Moses,
Strike the rock.


We're in good company.

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