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MITHUNA
The I-You You-I in me evolved so much inverts Entrenched conviction, definition, dogma with my assistance near your refulgence die Usurped, upstaged by good and bad didactic truths defied dispelled dismantled one by one New truths, new rules inveterate truths inter And yet..... the voice of He who loves us still, on Whom deaf ears I turn must tireless seek In my rebellion Free in faith must meek submit the fashioning of my will By Marta Esperanza Edgcombe January 1996
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