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Jan 2022
I’m renewing my religion,
Opening the church-door of my heart; and
Oh, my eyes are Rosemary.
I fell onto a prayer
Through flying self-love;
I pick up a rosary and
In the blurry reflection
Appeared the rising God of Me.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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