Guilt that was cut from its origins.
I’d love to find out when we failed.
With every sip of water the bush inside of me grows.
It is ought to be burned.
I wish I could go back to my first thought
And check what’s on newborns mind.
Reflections of the cross in the sand.
I guess I haven’t done anything that bad.
Pangs of conscience, sleepless nights…
Full of immaterial parasites.
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