Wonder if some stars feel used from wishing
If rosaries assume the status of whores
God, tired from being bored
With them and us; dumb musings
Digging dirt and tilling earth
Spinning stories and twirling words
Staying and singing the same song
Past the end of the party
Past the end of the mourning
Mumbling, cursing about that time we prayed
Fables of hope, rain and birthday cake
Come on now, show yourself!
Bite your tongue and bow your knee
If you’re really here, why are you the first one to leave …
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