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Category: Writing and Poetry
God of America, raise high your arches. Let one be one, but let us also pair. In you, we are divine, but also human. We borrow from the world; we live comparing one love against the next, again, until we've made a nest by accident. A shelter in you. Amiable slight, you are mine as well. You live by our hearts as we do. For the cure of aggression, of failing relevance, of shame— for the cure is tolerance for how we act when we're truly living hardest in your name. Let us praise you again and learn to bless you back Let us sing, again, your anthems, and your song. Americans, again (or once and for all).
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