Blood running cold Dreaming about shadows Nightmares anguish ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As yet another year Slowly disappears Off the edge of a calendar Into the past
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‘Cleanse’ Washed by the elements, your bloody words will be made pure again While eyes still so muddy, cry with guilty lies that murder the womb of my Soul Rainbows (now) escaping from pockets, dissolve before reaching their destiny in the sky So birds will never again sing to me, a lullaby But; maybe tomorrow, I can at last swallow tears to drown my pride that will in time, forgive your demise in my heart * purify * SarahA O’Leary