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Outlaw Blues- Bob Dylan
she crashed into the easter mass
with her hair done up in broken glass.
she was limping left on broken heels.
when she said “Father can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?”
I am goddamn finished.
You have yours, I have mine.
Leave it at that, and grow up.
Sincerely, me.
If I shed this skin of iron and this breath of kerosene.
Darling, would you take a chance on me?