I hate my mouth today
it’s Friday
hate how I feel
everyone’s a ghost
and i’m all with shadows
alone within walls
and everyone laughs
for a good night
and should i feel
When the sound
recedes like you too
a nasty thought opposite
from shame i say
when you leave my shadow
” it’s Jesus’ mother,
Mary! Mary! Mary!
yeah yeah yeah!”
I died before Him
I died before Him
and now I am all
I am and what I
am is all we are
all we are is what
I loved
all I loved
is what I am
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