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I read the Bible to you

but you searched for God

at the end of alcohol bottles

drunken lips and broken mind

tongue that spoke of every name

but mine.

You told me my body was a temple

yet you worshipped hers,

love me but

find home in her.

 

(h.t.)

 

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