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Nov 2017
From the depths of hell I rise
And touch the gates of heaven
They do not open to my voice
They open at the will of the me
I do not know and have never seen
Somewhere deep inside
I wait
Willingly
waiting
Mark Wanless
Written by
Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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