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My True Religion

Elissa Belanger
Jul 4
1 min read

“You’re so pretty,” I say 

Twirling your hair in my fingers, looking at you as if I were to pray 

God's never been my friend 

I’ve never been one to pretend

You look at me like the sea 

And when your head is in between my knees

I find my true religion 

Just beneath me 

 
 
 

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