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Sep 2012
I pray to St. Agnes,
Crippling my face with her tears
So I kneel close to the seas.
Rivers run deep,
just like my heart bleeds
dripping upon her creed.
Stars, charms & spells,
whatever conjures the bell
draw me to your vale.
Standing behind my beau,
I long to kiss you
And his uptight shoulders’ blues.
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