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Posted on May 1, 2019May 1, 2019 by Torrey

A wannabe bishop’s plea
for uttered grace
and spoken-for-time.

Why’d you go and break it
again?

Grind kosher salt into my cuts,
so at least I don’t offend those above
when you burn me through.

Real friends
or fiends
on my shoulders
and mind

The view from so high
has given me clarity.

I left my heart in your glove-box.
Tell me if you hear it weaken any more

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