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Aug 2015
Repeat that

Find your twisted comfort

But it grows
Strength is waning

Yes, Hope
Yes, Grace
Yes, Forgiveness

Of the greatest magnitude.

But there is a point
Where certain concessions must be made

Infection can progress
In the eye of your mind
To the sharpest edge of choice

Die, or to be saved become blind
David FauntLeRoy
Written by
David FauntLeRoy  Spokane, WA
(Spokane, WA)   
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