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Nov 2015
Pressed so tight, in prayer, in thought,
To silence my mind, and to find what has been lost.
I search and search to have that void filled,
Feeling no closer to reaching the still.
Hands are the gateway or so they say.
To truly surrender, one must pray.
So I will keep this conscious contact, never losing hope, in the divine.

AharrisΒ Β 11/2015
A Harris
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A Harris  37/F/Illinois
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