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Dec 26, 2025
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Her God

She loves her god.
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Her God

Her god, she is prepared
indistinct chatters all read
they all jibe directionless

mixed his brawn for bread
built flyovers for his fears
her god, she is dependent.

her toes paid all of the steps
drenched the vapid interests
her god, it’s all meaningless.