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- to kiss god on the mouth his lips taste like cheap pekoe tea and overly sweet vanilla creamer. i run my hands through the hair of something i don't believe in. there are no hymns, no bible verses no miracles.
Dear Sky Above,   I’ve found a lot of poems About the stars you possess, While searching for advice On how to live in this body
I like to pretend that God saves everybody That he saves the young atheist down the block And the girl who had a baby in middle school And the boy who used to believe in him
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