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I once rubbed a crucifix to know what it was like to be touched by Christ. It wasn't warm. He wasn't warm. He was rusty metal. A relic. A man who has long since died. One day that will be me. A long lost artifact Or photograph, that will be stuffed in a drawer next to a book and some condoms.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
11/26/15
I once rubbed a crucifix to know what it was like to be touched by Christ. It wasn't warm. He wasn't warm. He was rusty metal. A relic. A man who has long since died. One day that will be me. A long lost artifact Or photograph, that will be stuffed in a drawer next to a book and some condoms.
ryan-hall69
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
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