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I hurt
soul sore
breath weary                         
bones troubled                       
joints stubborn                     
eyes flooded                                                     
pace slowed                           
death knocking on the door     
of my weakness
                  GO AWAY    
                        I say
my Friend sees my pain                     
offers comfort   
calms my body
into peace.              

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