Sunday, June 28, 2020

The Olive Trees And The Gun Comments

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It was a sea of olive trees that place in which you left me
sweat pooling under my breasts.
The bread was hot, dripping dark olive oil over my nails as
I drank the wine of communion. My sins accompany me still.
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