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Jun 2017
I don't believe in god in the traditional sense of the world.
I see him inside the beaten bodies that refuse to crumble,
inside bruises and wounds,
weathered skin and brittle bones.
God is the fight.
God is the ******* fight.
Summer Edmonds
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Summer Edmonds  30/F/Kentucky
(30/F/Kentucky)   
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   --- and Dimitrios Sarris
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