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& you will deny me three times .
By Corinthian
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you are
so unkind
+
you laid me
in the dust of death +
cover your
head and weep
Like
the mother of Christ
on
old lips
tears
and lights
tears and sighs.
sick
saints
and soot
sprites
blue
blue
blue
I no
longer see
the colour
of blue
only
salt
lilies
rust
and
gold
you are
insignificant
and prosaic
banal
& low
when
birds
sing in the
night hours
something is wrong .
unblue
unblue
unblue
+
sustained
soothed
breathing and bleeding
my
baby
Lord
there
is
only you
only you
I can barely
breathe
Eli Eli
Lama
sabachthani
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Copyright 2012 Corinthian
Published on Wednesday, April 4, 2012.
Filed under:
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Comments on "& you will deny me three times ."
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A former member wrote:
i really liked the strange romance of this. this heartache of it. and the burden of knowing something like that ache. title was very intriguing as i think of peter and christ. thanks.
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A former member wrote:
I really enjoy the way you write down the page its like a slow story and we listen attentively, blue blue blue unblue unblue unblue really like that change of mind good job here X
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On Thursday, April 5, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096)
wrote:
...yes, birds singing at night: sounds beautiful, but would be very out of place...
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On Wednesday, April 4, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
And so did Peter, the rock on which his church was built, before the cock crowed at the morning tide. Cheers Cori, fine write, forest green is also a good color.
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