She scowled
at Dad’s medicine.
Her curative was prayer.
Even the blood of Jesus
was made Welch’s.
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She scowled
at Dad’s medicine.
Her curative was prayer.
Even the blood of Jesus
was made Welch’s.
Amber nectar, Smoke and fire in a glass. A promise on my lips. Kiss away my regrets. Capricious paramour. Keep me company in the empty night...
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