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Grandma
Catherine,
I’ve been to the church, didn’t find god
Although the wine was delicious
I’m disappointed in the lack of merch
Ladies in their best dressed
But I feel hollow
When comes the part of feeling blessed
Catherine,
You are cathedral and calculating
In the best way
Eyes drumming through like the richest penny
And I know it wasn’t your intention
But I don’t need contrition
To be the most to many
Catherine,
The crypt of your former self has startled
The starlings and low branches of breath
Exchanged between two people who love
Even without understanding
Even with you gone eighteen years,
I’m stuck in this web you are still commanding
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