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Feb 2019
"Praise be,"
I whisper with unclean lips
The blood and tears held barely back
"Oh, save,"
I plead, with nothing but dust to give
Hannah Christina
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Hannah Christina  22/F/Midwestern America
(22/F/Midwestern America)   
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