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Feb 2016
She is an angel no one knows. Only I can see the Lady of the Door. They cannot walk along her Bridge of Thread, as they fall from the weight of their crimes.

Like bloated and ugly corpses, their sins she devours them. Sin and sinner alike. She saves me. She is an angel.
Written by
Collin B Zimmerman
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