Wounds get worse before they heal
In facing them we truly feel
in the mastery of circumlocution
you will find no dividends of absolution
we must go through the storm to catch the rainwater
you can be drowned or quench thirst with the same water
the choice is in action or passivity
will you drown or drink with me?
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Wounds get worse before they heal
In facing them we truly feel
in the mastery of circumlocution
you will find no dividends of absolution
we must go through the storm to catch the rainwater
you can be drowned or quench thirst with the same water
the choice is in action or passivity
will you drown or drink with me?
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