I walked one Saturday looking for an opening. I walked one Saturday hoping to find someone to change my mind; prove I’m one of a kind. But all I saw was a black seagull. Why am I pure in my own mind: a strong column of white light? I know I’ve been lonely and restless as the rest. Still, I am feral, dressing my best. All I heard was a laughing bird. Jesus Christ, he loves us very much. Love me.

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