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Samuel Son

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The kiss

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Listen to the author read his poem. To the DJ Jeduthun. A lyricism by Asaph on In Times of Calamity, I Cry to God I SCREAM to God, SHOUT into God’s ears! God hears me! Or Is God too ancient to hear? Is God in need of a hearing aid? I’m in a shit spray and I’m desperate for some divine clarity. All night I pray, count breath, meditate, to deal with this oppressive stress but my soul finds no rest. Nothing’s working. I read Bible verses on God’s