You’re always searching for another god,
Little Christian.
Your attraction,
Flippant deification.
Deify the pretty soul,
Little Christian.
Because you don’t have one.
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A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker.
About Me
- Brian Looney
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Hello all. If you accidentally made it to my page and stay, I'll salute you. If you deliberately made it to my page, I'll hug you. Leave me a comment and I'll kiss you. Leave me a positive comment and I'll make your day. Feel free to email.
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