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Apr 2012
Lord Almighty, with your wits and smarts,
Pry this stake out from my heart.
Cursed am I with an open mind,
Rid my sins and Heathen bind.
Shed my love for the Earths divine equinox,
Fill me, O’ Lord, with your vile paradox.
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   Marisa Bordeaux
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