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Inexhaustible frustration
wrapped around righteous anger
stuffed in a jar of aching
unrelenting pain
capped with a lid of
astonished disbelief.
Prayers launched.
Nothing is on hold.
Copyright © Arlo Parker | Year Posted 2023
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