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I keep giving my eyes

to one legged ministers

hoping to be saved.

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I keep giving my eyes

to quiet boys

hoping to be saved.

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I keep giving my eyes

to white cleaning supplies

hoping to be saved.

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I keep giving my eyes

to stunted criminals

hoping to be saved.

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Someone, on a birthday card,

said I was responsible

and I spun a dreidel

vomited glitter

kissed two mourning nuns

a skinny folk singer

and by the time

I came to

my Latin instructor

had tattooed

enlightenment on my ass.