The marrow of who I amis a tree struck by lightningof anger and sadness, shatteringheartwood upon the earth.
The marrow of who I amis made by the only Motherwho stands simply at each and every door,listening to love's undying crymelt into her very heart.
The marrow of who I amis always creating new blood,a life innocent to this world,safe in the mystery of forgivenesses home.
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