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Our Father who art in me
You are the One I love
The One who hurt me
The One who seeks the truth
Honestly, sometimes, I envy the dead, Those dearly departed, whose exits, however peaceful or wrenching, Were always underwritten by the knowledge that Life endures, and that Hope of Eternal Life . … Continue reading →
The fist that held your heart releases, the hot knife of your shame turns to water, the kernels of blackened corn by which you counted your imagined crimes, are carried … Continue reading →
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