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Jan 2015
God
I don’t believe in God, but ****, you could make me scream his name
While your tongue could move like Jesus
Your fingers were like holy water
Ridding the fire hidden in my lungs
Soft prayers about my body whispered into my neck
I was baptized in your shower and on my knees in your kitchen
That cross you wore around your neck tangled in my fingers
I had a new religion
Written by
Sidney  America
(America)   
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