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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

bring your darkness

ripped off several zips
my appreciation of lips got the best of me
I spent time wrestling the pavement last night
flight of the lost words
morning of open sores..
as if I had no more worries.
no more ounce of beauty left in these finger tips
no more breath left to express the beauty in this head..
festering thoughts I wished were dead
all come rushing back like a whirlwind..
if I didn't sin
then jesus died for nothing.

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