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Jan 2016
The church was laced with sculptures and paintings of Jesus leaving most of the family feeling unholy. One girls red lace bra strap peeked out from under her black knit sweater, and to further the discomfort was blatantly hidden by a prudish and insensitive aunt who wore her hair in a too-tight bun. “You may feel a sense of happiness during the ceremony” claimed a sit-in priest before we went to sit in the pews. He then left the immediate family to enter when ready, leaving the room black on black on heartbroken.
Emma Amme
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Emma Amme
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   --- and The Dedpoet
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