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Jun 2015
Don’t look me in the eye
Rip the watch off of my wrist
So that I might breathe again.
You’re an unwelcome sulfur in my lungs
Toxins pouring from your love
I long to shut you out.
Your youth is my mortality
Your religion is my sin
I long to drown you out
So my identity could weigh in
Your voice, my discomfort
But your hands, they draw me in
Caught in this purgatory of faith
Between your praying hands I swim
Vocal love is never tangible,
I just want something I can feel
The devil for craving simple pleasures
The saint to your body’s whim
But your hands, they draw me in
They draw me in, they draw me in.
Taylor Ann Farrell
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Taylor Ann Farrell  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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