Let’s go trip down stained glass pathways.
Play crucifix fingernails like keys
for sneaking doorways.
Your tongue’s the host;
I ate already.
And no salvation / redemption / life long sermons.
We’re only here for the free wine.
2 days ago
17.2.09
I'm not a Christian
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No salvation or redemption is quite right, indeed.
Lovely poem - and great to have you on board.
Cheers, auw. :)
Beautiful. I'm gonna mail it to Ratzo.
I'm only ever anywhere for the free wine.
I like this. Especially the tongue image.
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