you are someone living on a
hilltop or you are
someone crawlhig towards sunlight
i am there beside you
am the hand of god
but with no clear meaning
i have held you down
have slid up between your thighs on
cold december afternoons and
when you screamed out my name
i was only a man turning
away from the future
i was only the shadow of hope
laid gently across
a bed of broken glass
everything else was a gift
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