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Unleavened Will

O, break your bread and pour your wine don't fast on my behalf you'll not find me in grain nor grapes nor peering from the golden calf that tempts you look away I am your shame, the baker of unleavened will the tainted hutzpah on your mind a pestilence upon your pity a barrier between you and the all divine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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