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God is queer and bashful these days

Sending wishes like blankets, a kind of forgiveness

So unlike her. I am awaiting wrath and vengeance,

Instead of a sooth. Say, gaze into my ball,

Show me what magic does. Praise the glow,

Praise the juvenescence, Praise the heavenly hip

And curls.

Here, I use my first wish: Queer God

Serve some well-deserved justice please.




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