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Sep 2020
though all my crosses bear a weight, they crumble in The Sun
they disappear completely and I slowly come undone
I wandered through a head of space I can’t believe I had
and actively ignored the every question I once asked

though all my choices bear a mark, they don’t define my Soul
they make a way for me to heal as soon as I let go
I recognized the wickedness my beating heart had seen
and actively pursued The Grace that brought me to my knees
it is Biblical.
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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       TSPoetry, Carlo C Gomez, Patrick and Melanii
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