Mars
By joe_quinn
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
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I cut crosses into my skin
little biting burns
on my arms
in some failed attempt
to make my body a church
a failed attempt
to get God to come inside
I felt like I
was from another planet
sometimes
it was hard to breathe
I cut crosses
onto the backs of my hands
it's cold and it burns
and it bites and it kisses
a failed attempt
to get God to guide my hands
what doors to open
who to touch
who to reach out to
I felt like I
was from another planet
sometimes
it's hard to breathe
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