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Dec 2019
Splinter this splinter
It hurts like a noose
Collapsing upon my neck

I'm wide awake within you
I raise a hand and turn a cheek
Grace returns in a moment (that moment)

The thin of the skin
I praise Him
BP Fallen
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BP Fallen  M/Oregon
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