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Evangelist (144/365)

November19

Don’t preach to me
It smells like fear
I’m living in peace
And that’s a choice
I drank your wine
It tasted like pride
I shed that coat
Walked a thousand miles
I listened and learned
That I can’t swallow love
When it’s wrapped in fear
Words ring hollow
From an empty soul
Misery loves company
And I’m a loner

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