I bought a bottle marked "holy water";
set to redemption,
yet it was just straight from the tap
and that's when I found myself
~questioning
[naked in a field of trees is where I met heaven]
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~questioning
Author notes“We buy our way out of jail but we can't buy freedom, A contest entry
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