still feels peculiar at the end of the day,
in instance it feels like it won't be the same.
my name
is the acute need,
good seed
bad seed
sweet lord, good grief.
the gates are now open, before I've entered.
There's a marble throne shining right at the center
of the solemn chamber.
Amor, they say, is a good aimer.
I name her.
Yahweh proclaims I'm the beloved claimer.
amor amor
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