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An Urge
Hallucinogenic hymnals;
I hear you, you mirror angels
as you sit shadowed by candles;
Lost to scandals, lost to scandals;
An urge to sin makes me whimper;
With a vile of Holy Water
you touch me with a soft whisper,
‘I will love her, I will love her.’
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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