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Sleep, heal baby brother.
Boredom with gentle, wooden fatigue
Father and mother would approve.

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Jesus died before I was born.
Jesus wept.
All sins rolled up in one.

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Who I was, I am not, now.
No longer seeking craven images.
Now past survival
Not now it’s all the world.
Fly for gladness.