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..Waveland Drive

The house of prayer
in the middle of  the chiming city
is filled with kind eyes,
and hugs inhabit its walls.
No man has judged this
Tainted lover
And no woman has called
me out on my shortcomings

I am like no one else
Yet their arms extended
Even to me
The insatiable
The tainted delinquent child
Whose trials with religion
Spun her head into a ponytail of exhaustion

Messages coincide and fall like sudden
Sinners from God’s grasp
I , adolescent wanderer, wonder often
about the pits of darkness
And the Candleholder’s heart
Sitting there,
  he flicks lost souls into the dormant eye of
A flame that’s dancing on the tip of a wick.

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