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Feb 2016
I will always be devout
I will always take your word
Guided by your shouts
Anointed by your slurs

I wear this crown of spoons
So feed me til I'm hurt
Stab a fork into my hands
For sliding mine into dessert

Praise be
George van Horn
Written by
George van Horn
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