My God is a poet
singing me home
with their
genderless pronouns,
sticky love like blood
tar the tears in my eyes
the black heart is fixed on,
feeling the sum of the parts,
communion is served
best without -
heavy armour
worn gospels,
the insides torn,
turned out.
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My God is a poet
singing me home
with their
genderless pronouns,
sticky love like blood
tar the tears in my eyes
the black heart is fixed on,
feeling the sum of the parts,
communion is served
best without -
heavy armour
worn gospels,
the insides torn,
turned out.
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Honey, a Sticky situation has the ability to feed and prosper far more than Oneself. -LEEL-
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