I've filled you
All these years with
Mouthful of bitterness
And handfuls of sorrow and anger
Sprinkled you with loneliness
You are a creation of my own heartache
Can I instead fill you with songs and poetry
Sprinkle you with sweetness and safety
Make you an outward mirror
Of my soul once again
My body is a temple
A gift from God
Alinauguration Betje
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