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10.10.2006
Are you coming to accuse me, God?
It, was
A mere detachment
Or is it safety
I think that is what it has always been.
Now, I have to think of other ways to avoid you
Since Marie prayed
And I can’t stop her smiling throughout her choir place.
I could have joined the choir, you know
But how can it be
This is a continuous embrace of sacrilege
All those souls converged in prayer, me in wild thought
Someone plays a piano someplace out there
That is where I am drawn.
Alright! Job 16:12
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i can relate to this.
takes me back to some pineapple-eating night...
esp. the verse from Job (which is my fav book of the Bible and incidentally Tennyson called the greatest poem ever written)
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