The heart below

2 days ago
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I think the manifesters are full of shit

I have met a god who loves with reckless abandon

But must be met as an equal

No prizes for cowardly desires and

Long-distance lovers

Wrongful wasted wishes yet

I do believe in prayer

I have seen it herald the sun and

Wipe clean the land and

Change a heart

Yet still I sing with

Two tongues and

An eye left back by the tree

Softly asking for

Small blessings and peace all the while

That first priest in me is still dancing

Relentlessly

Praying for rain

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