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Jun 2016
The bite of a cobra
will not **** me.
The lightning has yet
to set fire to that tree.

The ocean has yet
to drown my frail soul.
The ball has not
been kicked into the goal.

The sun still has
yet to shine
onto this impure
soul of mine.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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