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Mar 2012
What I'll come to forget
knees bruised from kneeling
on the cold shower floor

you're out getting high,
and i'm pushing a prayer

eyes torn at the edges and
wet from salvation

i'm lost in translation
i am left bare
Written by
MyThousandWords
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