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Step into your holy church and rinse off the nightmares that come in the dark. Partake in the communion of wild saints. Sip the water trickling down your cheeks, And maybe you think of biting off a bar of soap in case it will cleanse the unholiness of your insides. Shed off those dead layers. Step into the sanctuary of immaculate reconciliation. Go forth into a new day. Repeat as needed.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
FOR THOSE WHO SHOWER IN THE MORNING
Step into your holy church and rinse off the nightmares that come in the dark. Partake in the communion of wild saints. Sip the water trickling down your cheeks, And maybe you think of biting off a bar of soap in case it will cleanse the unholiness of your insides. Shed off those dead layers. Step into the sanctuary of immaculate reconciliation. Go forth into a new day. Repeat as needed.
lauren-a-todd
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
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