An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #10

Syrup, little babes; lined up.

Gravy godfather fiendish icing,
and calm cool Tourette’s.
Maybe God acclaimed one little
byway, highway; dawn breaks. God,
I’m
half the size

I was.

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Syrup, little babes; lined up.

Gravy godfather fiendish icing,
and calm cool Tourette’s.
Maybe God acclaimed one little
byway, highway; dawn breaks. God,
I’m
half the size

I was.

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