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I was liquid
As god came—-
In back–deacons sang and church was still,
As deity climaxed the congregation.
Was wishful daily trance
That brought us close.
In god romance,
We don’t stop til we’re done.
They talk to me
And find me still
As the god of David
Cries in a corner.
It was wishful
To think his blessing was there.
But when he is She.
We can only do [...]

Posted on February 6th, 2008 by drevon03
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