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I picture myself behind a setting of composed symphony in a cold cell, crawling with sweat on my forehead. Under chant of Hail Mary’s, discomfort tightens my muscles and forces dry heaves from my intestines. Begging for a divine healing, my pain reminds me that we all pay our debts sometime.

2006

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