Nov 2014
The softest sound
reached for shape
and settled upon
drops of glass-like
rain falling from the
gardens of your
God forsaken bible
and whispered,
"Heaven
. . . is. . .
Falling."
reached for shape
and settled upon
drops of glass-like
rain falling from the
gardens of your
God forsaken bible
and whispered,
"Heaven
. . . is. . .
Falling."
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