The pleasure of God
lies not
in whored
hoards
The house
on the highway
sags to one side
People lived there
once
They will live there
again
mournfully
Why can I see them?
The pleasure of God
lies not
in whored
hoards
The house
on the highway
sags to one side
People lived there
once
They will live there
again
mournfully
Why can I see them?
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