We held hands in public
On our way into church
praising
One nation, under God,
Indivisible
With liberty and justice for all.
Fuck that.
If God loved me
He would hate you.
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Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
