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EMD Mar 2018
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your gentle hands
warming up
my Cold and Glittering Heart
EMD Mar 2018
A Snow Storm of letters
Huddled in mounds
Blurring my eyes

A Snow Storm of letters
An incoherent mess
Clinging to my soul

A Snow Storm of letters
Black on a white sky
Inking up my skin

A Snow Storm of letters
A muddle of words
Fogging my mind

A Snow Storm of letters
Gently, quietly falling
Blinding my heart

A Snow Storm of letters
Harsh and cold
Obliterating my senses
EMD Mar 2018
IX
“If I washed your feet with my tears
And dried them with my hair,
Would you forgive me then?”

“Never, my love.”

”If I fell to my knees,
Clung to your robe, and begged,
Would you for give me then?”

“Never, my love.”

“If I offered you tithes,
Gave you everything I have,
Would you forgive me the?”

“Never, my love.”

“What, then, must I do,
To earn forgiveness, tell me and I will,
Would you forgive me then?”

“All you must do is ask, my love.”
EMD Mar 2018
You are soft against my skin
Like cotton in the rain
An artists touch
Playing my body
Like an instrument
EMD Mar 2018
Oh, Mr. Cash,
I’ve got the Sunday morning blues
That Line is all blurred over
Everyone’s on the left or right
I don’t see Redemption anywhere near
There’s Hurt everywhere
Our Heads are Hung in shame
And every one has the ******* Blues
I feel the pain of the Devil’s Right Hand
Too many people have Big Irons
Too few Hearts are made of Gold
And too many Boys called Sue
You warned us about our Guns in Town
But we didn’t listen
The water’s Five Feet Higher than it ought to be
People focus too much on Flesh and not enough on Blood
God will Cut us Down
But until he does, I wear Black with you
To mourn your unheard warnings
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