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Dec 2018
my god, my woman

when they’re angry with me
both turn away,
and do not answer my pleadings

when they’re pleased,
they wink, demurely tossing my hair,
making cloud armadas in tight formation applaud,
the overlaying overlap of all existence

the apple’s knowledgeable
in every everything everyday
teaching
to never say
God is a He

nope

God is the Mother of Me
lmnsinner
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lmnsinner  33/Other/wherever sin is aborning
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