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My Black thoughts
Drifting Aimless
In the weightless purity,
of your matter.

There is no name
For the God who created you…
Its as if,
A perfect flower
Bloomed into my existence

From the Hands
Of nothingness…
I was given

My words
can give no weight,
to your Flawless

Your energy
so Vibrant…
That the light
of your smile
Purifies my darkness.

Your love
Is not religion,
And yet…
It is in your love
I put my faith.

R.Marrs ®2015