Someone already learned my
laugh. Loneliness, Repentance;
God, for what did you ask?
While I whispered
to the bloody cross, bless my sin
bless my sin bless my sin.
Are thorns the punishment or
the gift? I smelled a rose
somewhere but blind
is the griever. Honey,
Jars cannot hold
our misplaced want. Now, is that
a flood or Christ?
I camerushing.
MICRO