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Jun 2012
What is it that makes pain so real?
Is it the soft tap, tapping on the edge of your skull,
Footsteps, or the ringing of bells?
Stings, Bites, Aches, and Burns,
I would not trade You for the World.
For with each laboring step I take,
I feel in every way healed.
Kevin Gish
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Kevin Gish
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