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Mar 2012
Under your light, I stand.
crooked and hushed.
broken.
I'm a sinner.
The dark has welcomed me
after a childhood of whispers.
Deliver me.
the danger called to my soul.
and ran through my blood like ink.
and held me down in the alley
I fell to its beauty.
And in that street,
the ancient looked over me.
took over me, powerfully,
God, I cry, Deliver me.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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   spysgrandson
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