Its an art thing.

by The Alaskan Husky   May 21, 2017

Terrible and hysterical season of Grace where peace is a must and death a bitter taste
Sunday mornings of Faith
And saving face
Since the gathering of foes coincided with the love we transposed
Ever since the envy of countless ghosts
Was exposed
I stood alone.
Yet had I learned sooner to cock my big ego to the side which perhaps might of averted my eyes long enough to view the miracle faster
I could have loved you


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