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the old bray of my heart

Tuesday, February 3, 2009





i felt like hell,
old rotted wood
gangrene of the depth

so i let it go,
i let it all go

it tumbled down,
laying naked and bare
at the toes of grace
Posted by kristen lyon at 4:29 PM
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