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Dec 2017
I do not care for these reparations,
or the consequences of creations
made by humanity's feeble mind;
turning clocks, winding time...

Small girls with empty palms,
begging for scraps, singing psalms
to a God who never replies,
to a man with vacant eyes.
This poem is about my feelings on modern Christianity, I guess
Kyle Summer
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Kyle Summer  22/Transmasculine/Texas
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