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Kelly
Poems
Feb 2021
holy.
You don't have to tell me why
my gods look like you
My hell was populated with gray clouded flames,
merciless darkened waves,
All-encompassing and blinded by faith
of new tastes
and everything remained the same
sickening gray.
But you tasted like spring
with a touch of grace
and suddenly I could say
the things I felt and learned to need
outside of me.
Instead of drowning in ropes of flashflood restraint,
I clung to your hips
and learned to worship
at the ground of something
holy.
you tried to save me
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