I ran away From stray bullets and flying arrows To the secret place Reserved for angels and me The saints watched Eyes,ears, and tongues painted paintings But they watched unaffected I love you ,Jesus police Now this brain is full Of this and that Inner eyes,outer eyes,praising, condemning I ran away . Bose.
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