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Feb 2017
Wishing it had been different,
  I used my last borrowed breath

And made a vow to repent for
  each denial

Praying for absolution,
  my final hope into the wind

Saying:

“**** me if you have to,
  but first deliver me from this lie”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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