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Title: Sin Author: jmang33
close to but never touched by... of variable touch stands atoned in action, stoned never woke dead from womb buried deep alone in tomb quickens the living... the same touch is his game excitement and fame come after one day it will come to him to and they will greet him happy and fat to torture and touch restoring his faith Comments on "Sin"
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