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September 2017

  Knock and the door will be answered It’s freezing out here Cold hands cold steel and stone   Seek and you shall find A corner to pray in If you’re quiet enough   I don’t wear cross necklaces I hold my hands in front of my chest I am Enough; because of Him! I am Too full Too

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By Emily Olorin   Love is the storm, That set me adrift That set me gasping That cut me free from my moorings and Left me for dead. Love is both executioner, And enabler, Depending on where my body lands.   I run my fingers through your hair and realise, Oh, This is love. The first inhalation out of water Damp,

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