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Jun 2018
The vanity that seeps within the human heart, is crushing.. It pounds it's poison upon our backs, until we give into it's call. A slave to it's intriguing, sensual lull. We find ourselves, on hands & knees, waiting for the taste of vanities, will. Shalom

Sincerely,
a servant
We all have a little vanity somewhere in our lives, even if we dare not admit it.
Peace
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