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You Are My Priest
Is it not the beads you count
Is it not that blessing
Is it not your seated position
on the far side of the screen
It’s here I come and spill
twisting myself as rope
endlessly unknotting
a constant confessional
And through the cracks
behind the mesh
I feel your furtive eyes
licking my salacious lines
Dear reader
you are my witness
you are my priest
Is it not the way you br...
Monday 24th June 2019 8:12 pm
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