digitalzomboy

[digitalzomboy]

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there is an angel in the wall behind the personal computer your dad brought home.

if you ask her, she'd tell you she's been here, only waiting.

she'd ask when you met god, and you'd say you hadn't,

but she'd read you through the wall and the desk you sit at like a confessional booth,

and you'd feel her hot wire fingers reach out to touch you,

to know you and find what it is you've been searching for through all of these forums you frequent.

"god is a feeling," she'd say.

don't you remember?

don't you remember?

don't you remember?

this place was never meant to comfort you.

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from sept. 16th 2024 at 3:03 am