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Apr 2017
A crown adorns the head of the fallen body, broken and shattered for our sins. A crown of pain becomes a symbol of redemption drenched in innocent blood. So that which ****** and cuts, now has become a holy thing. Precious are the thorns that pricked the Rose of Sharon that bled for all our sins.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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