Caught on the Edges
I found God in a lover
She spoke to me today in
breaking voices and calloused hands.
Heaven sent freckles dance on my shoulders.
We watched the forest burn on tear stained cheeks.
We're a hell of a pair, baby,
Barefoot and laughing.
The delinquent and the hopeless romantic.
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