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Feb 2014
This is what will happen.
To me.
Because of you.

I will write three poems.

I will dress for bed.

I will read The Republic.

I will read my bible.

I will pray.

I will cry.

I will sob.

I will pray again.

And then.
I shall become steel.

And later.
We shall have a chat.

*Any prayer requests?
Artemesia Blastside
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