I can see your mortality
blowing in the wind.
I perceive with clarity;
the wound of my sin.
And All are slowly but surely
coming to an end.
Let me feel
Let me feel
Let me feel
...again
I will pull this dust
back together
Saline screams will dry
grumous blood
A brilliant light
shining in every vein.
[21:20|14.8.011] ©c.thomas.carter

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