A yearning that travels as my desperations move it
Like the tenacious nature of a train with a hundred destinations
Moving and passing every station
She lusts for the libation
The rain of a rapture that floods the streets to a chorus of weeping
But it’s not the composition of the crestfallen, it’s a perennial prayer
An ardent antiphon, a fervent veneration
A song of faith and devotion
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