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Jul 2015
Divine light.
Holy grace.
Such a simple thing;
one moving face.

But a blind man sees,
a drowned kid breathes,
a heathen drops down on his knees -
an atheist believes.

A deaf mute sings.
A cold soul bleeds.

And in the middle of a dried out desert,
hope springs.
<3
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
(36/M/Japan)   
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