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Jan 2015
I came face to face with God
His breath stunk with alcohol
He just kept staring at his hands
And apologizing.
Volcanoes erupted
Every time he cleared his throat.
I didn't ask
Why
I just stared.
He never met my eye
And that's when
I knew
There are
mountains
Even He can't move.
Happy 2O15, let's get wild.
rebecca suzanne
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rebecca suzanne  texas
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