Here is an older poem, a triplet if you will, written during a spare in Grade 11, I believe. See, I did do productive things in high school, just not the ones my teachers wanted me to do...
Open up your doors to receive the love of God
The hinges are so stiff, rusted by your tears
His anointing is the oil to loosen them.
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