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Jan 2015
south of *****
lies the winding river
where you baptized me.
or at least that's what
it felt like
when we waded naked
in the murky green water;
a sign of heaven
that required veneration
of corporeal sin.
when you're in theology and bored as hell you write trash like this
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   Corcorporus, ---, --- and GaryFairy
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