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Gothicking
Haven't been to
Chaucertown since
I was a young one
but that was a
retreat where
you ate very little,
you had a secret
stash of sweets
waiting for you
because hunger is
a savage bastard
that doesn't settle
down for crumbs,
I think how odd
it all looks since
i've grown older
looking at tickets
costing a bomb
just to gaze into
place of worship,
how we wandered
around outside it
the evening before
like rebels without
sacrificing silver
I thought about those
sweets waiting for me
all those years ago,
how that cathedral
would have blushed
knowing I traded them
for every hymn we're
always waiting to
sing out loud
if it saw our
kind of worship
beneath white
cloth.
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