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Mar 2016
i don't lock my car when i go to the lake
we lay in the water, bodies warm, safe
we talk about heaven and God and man
bellies up to the world, our backs in the sand
i remember the clouds and ripples on skin
father, son, and holy ghost within me
i don't know what to believe except for everything
i am calm and there is no storm
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   Bianca Reyes
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