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"What do we do now?", I asked.
No answer.
"What comes after confession?",
more desperately.
Other's words fell out of lips
like unwanted ashes.
At the thought of leaving this;
A pit in my stomach.
Sorrow was filling too quickly.
My lips got cold.
I asked one last time,
softer now.
"What comes after confession?"
A whisper.
"sin."
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