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Aug 2019
I sought the answers of the soul
I pleaded God to make me whole
For years I searched, til I unearthed
A bright, delicate piece of worth

Cradled gently within my hand
Hoping greatly it would expand
Most precious thing on this green earth
A bright, delicate piece of worth

Sowed like a seed into the ground
To grow into something profound
My savior, object of my mirth
A bright, delicate piece of worth
Attempt at a Kyrielle. I don't know what this is.
Dan Hess
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Dan Hess  27/M/MO
(27/M/MO)   
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   Rogues Gallery
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