What Does God Have To Do With It?
Drunken Smutty Teenager.
Burning Suicidal Angst.
Red Breast Ripped Open
In The Cold January Heat.
When Love Is Harsh.
When Love Quakes
Within This Presence.
When It's Burs Are Only Nibbling.
When It's Eating Out Our Ancestors
And Crumbling With The Asphalt.
Breaking And Entering.
Lapping Up The Crimson
Of A Bleeding Heart.
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