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Mar 2014
Let your beauty shine
through this earth-worn shell.

Show your love to all
with this dirt-***** body.

Point others to you with
these ****** hands and
whisper words of comfort
through these cursing lips.

We want to help the broken
and the hurt but
our cold hearts won't melt.

These clouded eyes can't see
past their own sorrows.

You bring the widows and orphans
and watch us stumble past them.

How lost,
how defiled are we,

*Your chosen people.
curlygirl
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