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Monday, December 3, 2012
Worship
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Her hair tumbles down,
loose, outrageous, and fallen.
Strong perfume rises.
The music's too loud
and the beat is seductive.
Fog machine and lights
mingle in the spectacle:
scandalous extravagance.
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