Holy

Holy, holy. these are the words he murmurs into your skin, language of prayer, language of divinity, language of worship.

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holy, holy, holy. he whispers it into your crook of your neck, rolls the words into the hollow of your throat, into your bones, into your sharp edges. holy, holy, holy. a mantra. a litany. a prayer.

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