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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2014 Nov 25 Comment on this Work [[2014.11.25.06.59.28255]] |
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You crash all over what is left of my soul, courageous fool, you took what was left of me and made it sterile. You wash over me and make me free, and we are natural, we are perfect when we close our eyes and taste each other’s melody. You made me into determination, you made me concrete and immovable. I am you opened up until the stars make me their beautiful whore. And where is the city of god? Where does the ghost of you become substantial and real? I am not you, I am not unmoved by another. I am not unmoved by You. |