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A shadow
whispers from behind my retina a sermon forced upon me like a cloud of frankincense ceremoniously mangled into choking prayer Tapped on my angelic shoulder I wait for the psalm I memorized before words had meaning a frozen intake of air she says: you are not enough.
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