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Our father,
who art in heaven;
I am in love.
My bones
seek out their own
in another,
my flesh is left bereft.
my blood runs in me
for them.
Bring us back together.
Amen.
-Jason
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"Thank you"
said a hundred and eight times,
with the push of a bead,
in place of your name.
Now give me what I want.
-Nikita
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