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Nov 2015
I once rubbed a crucifix to know
what it was like to be touched by Christ.
It wasn't warm.
He wasn't warm.
He was rusty metal.
A relic.
A man who has long since died.

One day that will be me.
A long lost artifact
Or photograph, that
will be stuffed in a drawer
next to a book and some condoms.
Ryan M Hall
Written by
Ryan M Hall  23/M/Davis, CA
(23/M/Davis, CA)   
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