my lola used to tell me
that if i prayed hard enough to the lord,
he’d listen to the whispers of my sin;
he’d hear the prayers spilling
from my lips as if i were
chanting his name to the masses.
man,
i’ve been down here on
my knees for years begging
him to make this right,
make me right…
YOU ARE READING
nostalgia | ✓
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