The kind you’re born with, the kind you choose, the kind that teach Catholic school
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I’m almost healed. My wounds were many,
But my heart was strong. Why tear at these
Stitches, just to say what I know? If
Pain is a needle, my life was the thread.
I made myself a garment to wear before
My God, so beautiful the sight of it
Would make you weep.
Now, he wants me
Naked, so this is how I go. Not
Speaking of it, except to say this.