Don't
You've ruined everything
asking me to analyze
beauty and emotion
without any
It's not like mathematics
all angles and
answers in black and white
It's like whispers
bouncing across a gray stone room,
where people share lies like secrets
its reserved the way God is
where poets are priests
and we are merely mortal.
It's the hush
of a cathedral
where words are the stained glass
that murmur
this is your sanctuary
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