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The second death
of orange-moon in...
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A wisp of mist, like smoke rising from the virgin...
Dawn and me on the move...
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The mysterious ‘presence’ syndrome
Demons on the move...
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Break the bread.
Someone waits under...
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I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...
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He doesn't hide under my bed
Nor does he hide in my closet...
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Are you the body that is sure to die?
Or are you the one who will go into the sky...
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I have never found out anything new, by just...
There needs to be input, to spark synergy...
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Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...
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It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...
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The perverse complexity surrounding Christianity
Turns out to have simple root implications...
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Threw my pennies in the well,
wasted wishes, can't you tell...