A Christmas story

This undocumented god

seeks asylum in my heart.

I fuss up some papers,

run out the back

and leave the heart to him.

	JCL on Quiet solace
	JCL on Pause to consider
	JCL on I put my finger on realit…
	Leanne Cole on In no hurry
	Tansy Gunnar on How is it that not every song…

	JCL on Quiet solace
	JCL on Pause to consider
	JCL on I put my finger on realit…
	Leanne Cole on In no hurry
	Tansy Gunnar on How is it that not every song…

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