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I don’t know myself,I only know your absenceI cry in Spanish tongues throughout this empty homeuncross my crucifix with your sins,and whisper me..
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G-d feels very real here Silence surrounds me, as the train light flickers like soft lightening I just don’t get it They told me you were long ..
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we pulled out your teethand we took you inyou didn’t mind,they were full of sinout on apréswith the murder of crowswe danced in the raina..
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I can feel your warmth through distance, channeling through my body. I can see my future, welcoming me with an abundance of bliss. I can hear your sou..
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I am alone. This room is crowded with false emotions of sanity. I want to pray with the pagans, for the deceitful tongues do not bring authenticity to..
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I saw you naked in the river, carrying significant burns from Wiccan children. Her heart remained motionless, they say she was only an American交..
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Maybe these shadows will hide my sin, these transgressions feel accepted here. Here, this body is only spoken of, for it is not mine.
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I have witnessed the land that was professed to us. After the third sunrise, may you inherit this land without me. I lay behind saudade and depictions..
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I can feel the lines that hold my skin. I can feel the sin within my bones. I want to feel it again, I want to call myself cured.
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I kept your secrets from the herd. I held onto your intimacy while you held onto fear. Drink the wine from the false prophets, you will acquire its bi..
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