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May 2019
What is this heaviness that lingers
in my bones
take it away, God,
if you're even there
grant me reprieve
or at least
a chance to breathe again
I called out to you
in the depths of my despair
but was sequestered
in the blues and grays
For just as the trees respond
to an exhale of wind
I expected a answer
from you
forgetting for an instant
to don my leather regalia
and so I payed
the price in full.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
Take away that which weighs against my strength. I am waning. Fading. And I will crumble away in the breeze.
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ELK  15/F
     Semihten5, Khoi-San and ap
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