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You missed a button, Sister Genovese!
On your sweater-vest
You are a testament
A testament

Came pay your dials of pubic hair
And basement ballerinas
The book taught us
Children stray but he went away
Just to go away

I still think of God
Every once in a while
And I still send an email
Every once in a while

Just cuz I don't bless my meals anymore
Doesn't mean that I am damned
An undeserving of deserve in the end

One-sided conversations will feed my doubt
What's the point in calling out?