the stained glass windows on our house of worship were painted with our sin,
for the translucent colors of our faith will be what blesses our skin.
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emotional ties and thoughts of you
Poetrythree very short verses of an amateur poet
a heaven created by not-saints
the stained glass windows on our house of worship were painted with our sin,
for the translucent colors of our faith will be what blesses our skin.
