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    Even though god may be here
    Heaven certainly is not
    Pale white city houses
    Trains make dirty air sure
    Living corpses
    We can touch each other
    Without leaving our homes
    The mail man is the only sole
    Beside me
    Treading my porch
    I don’t belong here
    I was not born here
    But I have become a slave
    Finding and losing love
    Faith and everything else here
    Why the punishment?
    Why has Job become my better brother?
    Please forgive me here
    Laughing dose not transpire from pleasure
    I pray sometimes my heart will stop
    And so the commotion
    Maybe heaven isn’t so far
    From me here

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    THE SECOND




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    I'm not sure why this got hung up for approval. I think it's showing twice now? At any rate, at least you can see it.

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