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Jul 2014
I have been an atheist for as long as I can remember -
but one touch of your coca cola flavoured lips pressed
against mine and I'm questioning if god really does exist

and I used to see things in black and white but all you are
is grey grey grey - I mean, what kind of angel does such
sinful things?

your lips whisper passages from the bible but jesus ****,
your hips convey a type of language we might go to hell for

and you wear a cross around your neck even when we're
******* because you say I make you feel like you're in
heaven and god god god is all you say

you've got wings on your back but I'm pretty sure
they're coloured black
(e.g)
elle
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elle  LA
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