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i can't give myself

the rain runs off the leaves
falling in drops that find my palm
spreading and regathering
running down my wrist
bliss
  bliss
in my nerves, my standing hairs
on my lips
running out of my eyes

oh, God, how i try.
 my knees weaken
and i fall on them,

    bliss
      mixed
         with a forgiveness
i can't give myself

i can't give myself

i can't give myself
to anything but you.

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Written January 28th, 2005

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  • procrastinater
    January 28, 2005
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    this is perfect, I can feel it, intensely, through the screen, this is definetly one of my favorites of yours.