obliterated like milk poured in the eye.
If you're not guilty, why do you hide?
If you're not guilty, why do you hide?
Even crossing from great distance,
dead and white finds its mark-
a star, its sleepless dreamer,
a prayer, its sinner.
How comforting the low, dark valley
where what God made shimmers
in the trees like light moving through
small glass windows, like tiny holes
beneath a blanket.
a prayer, its sinner.
How comforting the low, dark valley
where what God made shimmers
in the trees like light moving through
small glass windows, like tiny holes
beneath a blanket.
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