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Nov 2018
She laid her head on the altar
wrapped around her arms.
Her heart was covered in
pressing pains and thorns.

She cried and cried for hours
until the altar's wood was clean.
Her arms sweaty
with tears in between.

Her tears seeped into her soul
as He touched her heart.
She felt better
and she knew that was a start.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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