I dream of god in silver deserts Life in congregation The brush of water blessed in faucets Weary in oration Hosanna, hosanna, I put my faith in doubt Hosanna, hallelujah.
I'm leaving you in a month. One month past, you offered me a like service. No no no, I said, please please. You hold too much for me to release (Those are the words unsaid) (those are the heart of I did say)Right now, I cannot learn to be
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First poem I've written in a really long time; I did it this morning during study hall. It's rather a different format than the one to which I am accustomed
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