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my people
my beings they are my daily God so my God wears fur, sharp ears and comes in my arms leaving me there, for a moment so much love, a flea, and a few hair my God is the dog his cold nose on my hand, a big, black and white God, a mioritic shepherd God my God is my people the blonde-haired girl living at the other end of the world the girl with green cat almond eyes, we use to talk like people, about loves, wings, and other uncertainties, generally speaking to any God my God is the others I pass by them every day she is that saleswoman around the corner he is that young man passing by with an electric scooter carrying a backpack the others, the invisibles, the invincibles my pandemic people, people with well-fitting masks on their faces I can't see their faces, never seen their faces I know they're there to support the world my God is the most beloved of the earthlings God of my questions God of your silences my God is my word to you feed me like a stranger if I ever forget
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