Drawn close together,
Smoothed and embraced,
Cleansed of sin – our differences dissolve.
Every form welcomed,
Bones and blood laid bare beneath
The stained glass, shifting in fractured light.
In this sanctuary, the esoteric finds refuge,
Shelter,
Love infused with the scent of wood and care.
A golden, tender glow,
Slide guitar whispers and sawdust echoes,
In a dan…
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