I’ve never gotten close to touching you.
O how I long to touch your face and love your body.
You were the only thing that looked normal in a church full of ignorance; hypocrites; other sinners who didn’t know….
how
to
Stop sinning.
The only innocent thing that was there.
Angry.
and tired.
O how I wanted to touch you with these sinning hands.
To hold you and tell you all’s alright and everything’s going to be okay.
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