Poetry brought me to prayer.I would show you how, but I'm selfish with God.I want to keep God all to myself.
So pray.
It will be my unwritten poetry.
Give me God.
I give you poetry.
And we can pray together.
-CH
My lost, at-home friend. I wish you believed me. I didn't know better than to let you in. You knew better than to cross me. I can't ...
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