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Mar 2
I want to commit sins with you on Sunday mornings/bend your spine and learn every scripture in your story/ wet my fingers at the edge of every page/ be a sacrifice at your altar/A prisoner in your cell/dwell inside your pit, burn beneath your Hell.../
I want to commit sins with you on Sunday mornings, only ever praying that you never absolve me/
Amen.
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