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instead of a soul
(missing last line of previous poem)
The wind and the sun
Rattle the sky, storms of light
My bright eyes, my cold heart
I'm everything you said
Im everything you said I was
I'll never be a strong man
My arms can swell, my
Fists can paint like flowers
Growing against an gritty old brick wall
And the smell of summer
And cut grass, the sound of motors
And bonfires
Listening to pop songs
On cheap car stereo's
Is our pornography
I keep writing things in on my arms
And they keep rubbing off
Our Father
Our father...
You look adorable
When you wear your hear in pigtails
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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