I remember the day you washed my feet…..I even spoke it to the world…….you were like that sad Mary Magdalene…I am your lover…But I am not your Christ.
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A world of narrative compressed into a remarkably tiny poetic space. Sublimely succinct.
Thank you Louis… I extended a little on Facebook, but I will leave this rest.