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I passed that night under her louvres,
she gazed; velvet her glance 'n' braw,
A story about an erotic affair in a small town, after the war.
Reflections in seven years.
Poetry | Updated Apr 11, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Question: The question arises regarding reckoning the old-man dead to the sinful nature. Who reckons the old-man dead? Is it the old-man or the new-man that does so?
Answer: The answer is neither. It appears as though itâ€™s the NEUTRAL soul, specifically the soulâ€™s neutral...