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The blood ruined my new sweater's sleeve.
This church service feels like I'm sitting in Hell.
Did my tears or pencil ruin my poem?
This church service feels like I'm sitting in Hell.
Did my tears or pencil ruin my poem?
Published 16th Feb 2015
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