god
i think i talked
to god
i think she was
a kind soul
she was wise
and kind.
god did not like
being called god
but
friend.
my friend lead
me along the path
my friend showed me
how to feel
i didn’t believe
my friend because
i had never seen
anything to believe
in.
until now.
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