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Oct 2014
...from pain, the source of learning, comes
joy a salve
love, a deceiver when in beauty
takes breath away
but,
balm of gilead
as
a kiss on tear-stain'd
face
God and grace synonymous in thought
one, pure source
the other
**gift
My life has been rapidly changing from one of darkness to one of light. Yet, I have learned that my walk in darkness was so unnecessary had I the tools and knowledge to use them.
But then, would I have learned to write? Or think?
Or be...
JerrHoll
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JerrHoll  PA
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     Lior Gavra, --- and stΓ©phane noir
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