Sometimes I try to find the gods within me.
The divine meaningful pedigree.
Will you ingratiate my soul and feed me?
If I drink from the river Lethe, will I find peace?
Would my pointless wounds heal?
Hands that heal won’t touch me.
Ingratiate my soul.
My tears crystalize but they are worthless.
Will you…
Ingratiate me?
Desperate, they tell me.
Sandy Author 
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