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2d
Soaked in sin.
Hit the floor
at 10am.

A mother’s love,
soaked in tears.
Compelled to pray
for wasted years.

And the Echo of the Ages
hears a hearts last call.

Back from school,
a once unholy home.
The boy stands still,
a calm he hadn’t known.

A new dad. Together,
knees now on the floor.
I tell you son, we don’t live here
anymore.
Written by
David
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