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The men arrive with eyes full of rain and cracked fists that open slowly as winter branches do in Spring The lies are traded to the ceiling like baseball cards exchanging hands of some youth far away Coffee breath halos rise towards the fluorescent lights where God hangs flickering like a motel vacancy sign Perhaps they think we all will be saved. Perhaps they hope for God to save us? I think they want another drink.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:20 PM UTC
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The men arrive with eyes full of rain and cracked fists that open slowly as winter branches do in Spring The lies are traded to the ceiling like baseball cards exchanging hands of some youth far away Coffee breath halos rise towards the fluorescent lights where God hangs flickering like a motel vacancy sign Perhaps they think we all will be saved. Perhaps they hope for God to save us? I think they want another drink.
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May 20, 2026 at 3:20 PM UTC
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