Cigarettes and incense burn down the same no matter the day of the week,
I’m sugar bated breath and you jaded candy coated death, can hardly speak,
If I’d have known it was going to be this easy,
I’d have stuck to pulling teeth,
Yeah, you’re normal for Norfolk, I guess the same could be said of me.
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Published by Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers by April Barnhart MDiv
Heartland Native, Northwest transplant. April Barnhart is a graduate of Earlham School of Religion. Former Interfaith Chaplain and Pastor. April has been writing poetry and music for close to 30 years.
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