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Apr 2017
The Reverend Speaks
doubts
no longer
whisper,
but shout!
aged
stained
glass
-promises time forgot.
like the plucking of a rose,
death follows
always quiet,
it can wait
till the end of your speech.
Written by
JJ Inda  36/M/Miami FL
(36/M/Miami FL)   
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