Poetry - Jesus by Selima Hill

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￭ (half)
￭ Green roots. Trampling down death by death
￭ The only thing
￭ In our image and our likeness
￭ passage. if today
￭ Us
￭ Philosophia Perennis
￭ Active rest with hand on the knife
￭ Metaphysical guilt
￭ a theory of apocalypse
￭ s m i l e
￭ Epistle of a millennial
￭ so, listen...
￭ 3
￭ (in the doorway)
￭ My white horse dressed in butterflies

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by Selima Hill [Selima_Hill ]

2009-08-01 | | Submited by Corina Gina Papouis

No one comes to visit her in hospital
or visit me

because we've got no friends.
Jesus

is supposed to be our friend
but actually He doesn't even know us!

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