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Sep 23
Blanketed by chimney sweeps
And coal dust the color
Of wilted childhood innocence,
I sat before the fireplace,
Crisscrossed, wondering
If my tears were enough
To put out the burgeoning flames
And clean the filth on my skin
Yet, I knew, only One’s blood
Could wash it away
Written by
Sia Harms
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     arizona, Sia Harms, Uzziah Ruffin and Valentine
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