I do pray for something but
in the end, nothing comes
I fight the urge while waking
through the tepid days,
that I deserve the specific
happiness of feeling hand
and mouth to skin
The wish,
ceaseless, I crave nothing more
And I
do pray for nothing so
in the end, all is dust
In the end, I
Means altogether nothing
Baptize me with water, then
Waste washing downward from heaven in rain
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
I do pray for something but
in the end, nothing comes
I fight the urge while waking
through the tepid days,
that I deserve the specific
happiness of feeling hand
and mouth to skin
The wish,
ceaseless, I crave nothing more
And I
do pray for nothing so
in the end, all is dust
In the end, I
Means altogether nothing
Baptize me with water, then
Waste washing downward from heaven in rain
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