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Mar 2014
Feed off of the wounds of deep,
Scars that will forever keep,
Hold of time, hold of me.
Let it be,
Flourishing with every planted seed,
Growing, reaping from within.
Suffocation, but this I need,
Let it be, within me.
Supposed to help see,
Clearly, gently.
Let go.
Let the father hold me,
Fall gently,
Embracing,
Ascending into the darkness,
Resting upon his hand,
Stars and lights,
Surround.
The earth below me,
A grain of sand,
Let it be,
Don’t try to control,
What can’t be.
Take a deep breath,
Rest.
Eternally.
Rick Smerglia
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Rick Smerglia
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