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Points

tears mixed with 
rain, to blend
dripping deadly 
but not forgotten 

hidden in the 
excitement of the 
moment

run and play 
down a
stone heart 
frozen face

to crawl 
to laugh
to fuck their way

into
the past
where they
came from -
where they
belong -

where life, 
vitality and faith
take
communion



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