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hope
that despite the transgression
still allowed the
opportunity
love
down
whatever
path awaits.
picture being able
to unleash your
imaginative powers
make
them come alive
a mental institution?
where else would God fit in this world?
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a
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a
story that must be told
one so twisted
a canvas with its paints running
downward in curvy streams,
a splendid pool of red;
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we presume we are seeing ourselves
staring back
soul caught in a
nothingness
of space
a strange mirror pulling
toward it
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