Confessional Poetry &
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James McLain
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It is a hard thing to write
The things that you do,
To influence a life that's not yours.
What did I want?
I only wanted her so I got her.
Not even a priest especially a priest
Wants to go to heaven a virgin.
Mine didn't so does the boy stay a virgin?
Who even has the audacity to bring it
Back up,
The girls that live in that trailer?
Confessions don't change, unless,
It has changed before Sunday.
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