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I found you whispering a hallelujah in
a small room
It is so tender to find you again,
to see the sky split wide open
I dress in rags on sunday to teach us a lesson
You carve names in dressers
and on the walls of this house
We cannot forget where we came from, you said
And I haven't tasted the air in seven whole days
so I am wheezing
choking on my own toxins

It is alright.

And so it will be.

I cast our sins out for us
You are shameful, as you
watch me undress
But you are hungry and you
cannot deny yourself the simplistics
I like to feel a cold hand on my bare back
We tear the sheets off the bed and
wash them
but the stains are still there
always

You cannot let me go.