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Strong is the beat beneath my shirt Strong are the feet that beat down dirt Wrong was the thought that stopped my flow Strong is the oarsman's blow, blow Soft is the moment in between Soft is the noise that scrapes a scream Course is the friction on my skin Soft is the face of sin, sin Heavy is the heart that drags it through Heavy is the start of the mark I queue Steady is the air that sears my lungs Heavy is the course begun, gun Light is the soul that bears me now Light is the beam that blinds allow Dark is the warmth that gives me sleep Light is the life I reap.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
The Calm and the Storm
Strong is the beat beneath my shirt Strong are the feet that beat down dirt Wrong was the thought that stopped my flow Strong is the oarsman's blow, blow Soft is the moment in between Soft is the noise that scrapes a scream Course is the friction on my skin Soft is the face of sin, sin Heavy is the heart that drags it through Heavy is the start of the mark I queue Steady is the air that sears my lungs Heavy is the course begun, gun Light is the soul that bears me now Light is the beam that blinds allow Dark is the warmth that gives me sleep Light is the life I reap.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
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