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Mar 2016
I am caught, crucified,
My hands trembling, extended,
I clasp for these walls.
I have lost faith, in the night,
In the tight embrace of love
My back is broken.
Prepared, for this crooked bed.
Prepared, for the hounding face of time.
Written by
Bill Higham
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