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watch me make the same mistake twice. placing one more finger on a fragile house of cards, distinctly aware of the fall: of the wind-swept, blowing away, lifting off the ground, head in clouds, swirling, mystifying, close to heaven purgatory. watch me pick the wrong god to worship, again. offer Him the same gifts that were not enough the first time around blindly hoping he'll acquire taste for it, for me. maybe, persistence is key. maybe, if i jam my square-shaped love into the round hole of his heart, it will shift just enough to squeeze in there. shall i cut some parts of myself out? will i be enough then?
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Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
twice is a choice.
watch me make the same mistake twice. placing one more finger on a fragile house of cards, distinctly aware of the fall: of the wind-swept, blowing away, lifting off the ground, head in clouds, swirling, mystifying, close to heaven purgatory. watch me pick the wrong god to worship, again. offer Him the same gifts that were not enough the first time around blindly hoping he'll acquire taste for it, for me. maybe, persistence is key. maybe, if i jam my square-shaped love into the round hole of his heart, it will shift just enough to squeeze in there. shall i cut some parts of myself out? will i be enough then?
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literally lost
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
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