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Nov 2018
Ecclesia
The sacred place that built me up
watched in silence as I disintegrated into pieces.
And in the end,
it closed its doors to a crumbling statue.
Eliza
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Eliza  21/F/Northwest Arkansas
(21/F/Northwest Arkansas)   
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