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Dross

Dear God, Anguish floods me, but I know this must happen. My heart recoils from it. Please, let the furnace consume only dross; and I pray that dross is not the fullness of me. Or else I perish.

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darren-koobs

American

Published: Feb 26, 2011
LinesWords: 1538

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