He comes in quiet
this King
who are you
we do not know
you touch
we are clean
His sacrifice
I do not know
unmade
this King
who are you
we do not know
you touch
we are clean
His sacrifice
I do not know
unmade
One poem a day or as the mood strikes me unless I get bored.
- more or less or less - hey stop that
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