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Apr 21
I left on my own,
My hand still on the
Smooth doorway.
I could see the blood
Of past generations
Smeared over the paint,
Flickering in my eyes.
The original crossβ€”
I was not on my own.
I was covered by
The Lamb.
Written by
Sia Harms
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     Immortality, SleepEasy and Sia Harms
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