breakers of words liners of pockets
when will we see you
washed up on the shore
fleecers of hearts changers of sockets
you need to move it out of the door
we paid the ferry covered in lice
we once were merry
you are not nice
casting us farther
from God we implore
breakers of promises
come here no more.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2020
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