I am poetry's plaything. Always have been. Always will be.
Oh God, make me a mirror let me reflect the beauty of Your creation oh, please Lord, don't look on my flawed frame I am pock marked by sin broken and disjointedly arranged ambling my awkwardness to kneel before You for You I removed my gossamer coverings worldly convictions presuppostions prejudices and pride and this last fig leaf outlining my frailty collapsed and trembling (it's so cold out here) but, for You I am naked I am naked and scared Yet, You kneel, too stroke my head and love my leprous body -Dyphrent
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The Present (27/03/2017)
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