empty church (11- 7-19)A Poem by aliceyou step into the sanctuary, your soul ablaze with sin. you feel your spirit grow lighter, but your conscience grow increasingly heavier. every sin, every blemish begins to bubble to the forefront of your mind. as you stew in your unholiness and as the sunlight slipped below the horizon and the twilight emerged, repose settled into your bones sitting in that blissfully empty church. the self-hatred slunk back and all of the love began pouring in. © 2019 aliceReviews
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1 Review Added on November 17, 2019 Last Updated on November 17, 2019 Authoralicetown dumbass, COAbouti'm real dumb sometimes, but i know big words, so that's pretty cool more..Writing
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