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forgive me for the three times I denied you forgive my tears for their taste of salt from the nights I looked back forgive me for taking your hands and turning them into bread you are not to be devoured your body never was mine consecrated to be broken and even if it was what disciple am i to be worthy of you my love is not strong enough to hold another lover to that cross my soul too undeserving but i need you to know like you know the cracks in your ceiling from staying up at nights i need you to know i will lay these palms down lining your path anywhere you choose to go even if you find someone who would rip apart the seams of heaven to hear your prayers even if she carries your cross even if she washes your feet i would part seas for you i would spill this wine of my blood to make you smile i would write a new covenant to every morning you awoke i would give to you all the pearls in heaven's gates because you are my patron saint you can sharpen me with your iron you can refine me in the fire
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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forgive me for the three times I denied you forgive my tears for their taste of salt from the nights I looked back forgive me for taking your hands and turning them into bread you are not to be devoured your body never was mine consecrated to be broken and even if it was what disciple am i to be worthy of you my love is not strong enough to hold another lover to that cross my soul too undeserving but i need you to know like you know the cracks in your ceiling from staying up at nights i need you to know i will lay these palms down lining your path anywhere you choose to go even if you find someone who would rip apart the seams of heaven to hear your prayers even if she carries your cross even if she washes your feet i would part seas for you i would spill this wine of my blood to make you smile i would write a new covenant to every morning you awoke i would give to you all the pearls in heaven's gates because you are my patron saint you can sharpen me with your iron you can refine me in the fire
nicole-hammond
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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