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I would have loved his children and traded them for the dead.
Maybe I would wear white on Sundays, pull on my gloves,
hold the women after they raised up during service, wipe
maybe God would fill me so tight with spirit, I�d split like stars.In one, I
married the first man who asked and
I endured. Took as little space as I could,
opened my hands and he�d place his faults,
I would have loved his children and traded them for the dead.
Maybe I would wear white on Sundays, pull on my gloves,
hold the women after they raised up during service, wipe
maybe God would fill me so tight with spirit, I�d split like stars.In one, I
married the first man who asked and
I endured. Took as little space as I could,
opened my hands and he�d place his faults,
I would have loved his children and traded them for the dead.
Maybe I would wear white on Sundays, pull on my gloves,
hold the women after they raised up during service, wipe
maybe God would fill me so tight with spirit, I�d split like stars.