Saff Allison Prayer Father, who art in the ridged scape of my
fingerprint, blood river with heat and age crackâ d, tucked like pocket lint, your cruelty clinging mistletoe to my feeble bark.
Give us this day your parasite spine to soft trace fingers down, timid, count the vertebrae, learn the shape, and forgive me my trespass in to your ministry.
Lead me not in to
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