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Dec 2018
All I say
and all I feel
are in my head,
but are they real

Are words unsaid
forever dead,
or do they live
as we give?

Our thoughts go
and they wait
and they
determine
every fate,

good
or bad
happy or sad
sick or well
heaven or hell
before and after
tears or laughter
all belong
in our daily theatre
and ultimately
go back
to
our Creator.
Written by
Kathryn Heim
232
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