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Dec 2013
The water that pours
from your greasy faucet
I have found Heaven through you!!
The God of water
that is not there
came for me this morning
after sleeping
at a
truckstop.
I bathed myself into glory!
I washed years go by from land
I saw forever in the distance
while walking back to my car.
These fields I have never seen
though I know I've been here before,
at least I've though about it..
Lucy
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