LIMIT LESS
anoint me with the oil of gladness.
I feel the shell of the seed.
weakness to win the weak.
run, run, run
but only one receives the prize
could I run forever?
is that what it is to fly?
she found the good thing
oil and tears at your feet
intimacy, suffering, reverence
burn everything of me
every word that you speak
is wine flowing through my teeth
first love, first miracle
you are my obsession.
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