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Nov 2018
you heard me sitting, singing with gods name flowing from my lips.
stones and daisies, hear my song from north and the south;
blessing the moonlight to give them extra special powers.
days and nights of listening, you begin
to hum my tunes during your showers, during the cleansing and oiling of your feet. while your day-man slipped from your thoughts, my song — it filled your ears.

maybe you needed a way to me;
a way god wouldn’t see, wouldn’t notice.
hidden in plain sight, hidden by the moonlight.
hidden in ******, hidden by your humanness.
yes, it worked! oh, yes, yes, it worked.
i saw you as clear as your skin! my music
seemed to fall down to you as the soapy suds fell from you.
pretending not to acknowledge (me),
i stopped hiding it.
bending over the ledge, with your men out of sight, with my men out of sight, with my god right in view, i ogled at the bareness of your hide.
moistened lips, blood rushing to my extremities and him, if only you could see the blush on my face.
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
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   ethan gaskill
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