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Jul 2012
Thy breath
my balm on fevered brow
when er' night terrors
chase me from my sleep
and I am cradled in your arms
a frightened child once more
and there in that solemn
solitary kiss
the ****** of all that ails
my troubled mind
and in those three words
is comfort found


youre safe now
Written by
DieingEmbers
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