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Jun 2017
his words were the mellow sound of church bells on the sixth hour
of the holy day. they were gospels, an ardent call from the angels
that hushed down the depths of my ears. but mostly he had all power
but left them all unsaid.
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         21st Century, Ash Angel, ---, PoeticPresident, Born and 4 others
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