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My No-Good Graces (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera This prayer is for injustice
For the unsuspecting pawn
Whose life is stricken
With disease
The moment he is born
Bless our indiscretions
Herald this mighty hand
And when we perish
Some may say
Our lives were more than sand
Make me stronger than I am
Revive my vanquished love
I speak these words
From heaven
With false paradise above
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