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May 2013
There's a cross
cut into my hand.
lets me understand
exactly what my god demands.

Yes it hurts.
but take some needle and thread
and i can stitch out the red
on my hand and in my head.

It will be there forever
it's really deep
I feel it in my sleep
but this cross I must keep.
Written by
Ian Lewis  Round Rock, Texas
(Round Rock, Texas)   
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