Can you see me hiding
In plain sight?
Or am I carefully consealed?
Today I am the priestess
To my emotions
Guiding secret hymns
To keep the tears from falling.
I have build my church in a library,
My altar inside a cup of icecoffee
And I am sacrificing my sacred words
To the God of my inspiration.
I have seated myself in the second row,
As I left the first row to the sinners
And those who do not feel as much as I do.
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