Poems from GarnetPhoenix

Nine years and twenty five days old             That's what you'd be now, what you are now             Fifty two days our hearts beat as...
Your hands are raised. They're raised in praise. To Jesus Christ.  He took your vice. He paid the price.  You rolled the dice. He gave his...
“From dust you came and to dust you now return.” A mound of earth sifts through the preacher’s hand Small rocks break free, hitting the...

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