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Aug 2014
You held
a bible in your
unholy hands,
sang to
heaven and danced
to hell,
you were
my religion, my hands
that clasped
together in a moment
of prayer,
you were
the difference between
devils and angels,
between life and death.
Written by
Olivia  new zealand
(new zealand)   
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   Sally A Bayan
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