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Jul 2015
I don't pray.
Instead every night I whisper the names of the people I love.
The kind, the cruel,
The present and the absent.
That is my prayer,
That is my temple,
That is where heaven and hell both begin and end.
Those names echo through my dreams.
And they may not be free of pain, but they inspire more awe in me
Than any god ever could.
Mikaila
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       MsAmendable, Alice Baker, --- and LB Parker
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