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Heavenly father as I wake to this new day you have made;
I thank You and your Son for the price that was paid.
I know at times it may feel like I've hidden through my dismay,
half-way through the drumroll night
glass crackling, down
a spinal cord wrapped around his hands
his words
shoved down her throat, puncturing her veins
still she remains -
