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  Dec 2014 PhiWrit
September
Forgive me Father
for I have sinned
but oh God,
did I feel like a saint—
(when I unzipped his jeans
like locked church doors)
(when I read the marks on his skin
like words from the bible)
(when I got on my knees
and swallowed salvation)
I like them young and religious
Poem from past times that I kinda wish I could go back to
  Dec 2014 PhiWrit
September
they want your first words—your last words
but nothing in between

do not read between the lines

there is nothing written there
  Dec 2014 PhiWrit
September
I was sent to Heaven when I realized
I am not Jesus
and I cannot walk across the ocean for you
—but I can sure as Hell drown
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