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The middle of a pool of salt- A Eucharist is said to float. God's dignity created flesh, A sacrifice the Pope could bless If he could only find the shoes To wade inside the choking blue To pluck the body from the waves; A child the doves were slow to raise.
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Beach of drowning three year olds
The middle of a pool of salt- A Eucharist is said to float. God's dignity created flesh, A sacrifice the Pope could bless If he could only find the shoes To wade inside the choking blue To pluck the body from the waves; A child the doves were slow to raise.
No, there is no God. If there was that baby wouldn't be choking in the salt, thanks.
lilacdom08
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18/F/London
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
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