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Jan 10
Cracked ribs,
Broken hips,
Killed physically,
Alive heavenly,
It is well with my soul,
Fleshly desires no longer in control,
Kingdom awaits,
Open the gates,
Walls of gold,
While the earth has turned to mold.
Written by
Kezexxe  15/F/Nunya
(15/F/Nunya)   
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