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To She Who Rests Sound (Sadly, My Mind Not So)

 

 

My lovely long obliterated:

(oh, the cancer ripped your bones...)

 

    Shreds of your scent still stalk,

 sitting patiently in still frames,

 

 

and I reluctantly refrain from cursing

my God.

 

  Help me remember love

 and reasons to continue

dispite my raging spite

   wrongfully wrought

       to the One who bought our salvations. (why can't that be enough,

                                                                                                                                             my soul?) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • acoustical
    December 26, 2008

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    "My lovely long obliterated:

    (oh, the cancer ripped your bones...)



    Shreds of your scent still stalk,

    sitting patiently in still frames,"


    that was incredible. very stevens.

    good luck in the contest!