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Sep 2019
You're not a sinner
You were always my saint.
You, higher than the Fathers,
You, greater than the archangels.
You, magnificent, magnanimous, though flawed
Me, a sinner, incomparable to your glory.

Your secrets may not be something my mind can fathom
Or my heart handle
You are still my favorite person
Even if my love may not be with you like it was
And even if your secrets breathe into me the very sorrow i wished to avoid, no matter what, my heart is with you. I don't care what God thinks, you're my favorite saint
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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