Girl

If God was her, and grew from fur, we’d all rejoice for knowing where, our thoughts stemmed from and went to air. We’d all be there for life and death. We’d all be there for your first breath. We’d see your love, your smile, your poison vial…

If all we knew were sun and moon, stars and energy in a spoon. We’d all be happy with this room. This dreamscape dressed in all the matter, all the while our hearts would shatter…

If God was new and made of myrrh, we’d all rejoice for knowing her, for being in the presence of, a newborn soul and earthly calf…

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