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Nov 2018
Come down from the tops of the trees they said.  
Sit amongst the broken twigs and the dead leaves they said.  
Twist your frame into that mold they said.  
Out pops another cookie cutter Christian.
A hollow vessel.
So I can't be me, but like you instead.
I'll find God my own way,  thanks though.
A Love For Hatred
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A Love For Hatred  38/F/Mercersburg PA
(38/F/Mercersburg PA)   
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