I seek, I
destroy, I feel
these salty
tears of joy
I hide, I
cry I heal
the trapped
ones on the wheel
The find is
not to find
But to get
lost in the search
the colors
in the eyes of blind
sex on the
cold floor of the church
Cross,
stones, echo
painted glass,
black robes
Angels with
a wet soul
Two soft
globes
I descend,
a hole its dark
it seems to
take forever
I fall as
sparrow, but rise as hawk
green
flames, my fevers arrows
You seek
this joy now kneel
and light
my purification torch
I hide the
joyful screams of the'
Sex in the
cold stone church
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