i love you.
but holy hell.
sometimes...
i am sacrilegious.
and possess the ability
to file a huge complaint.
tonight is sometimes.
love,
danielle
everything changes.
because christ is my life.
you know just as well as i do.
poetry only means putting together pieces that never fit.
maybe we'll forget.
i hope we don't forget.
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