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How deeply did those eyes reach into me, What horrors and confession they drew from me! In such an ease of way, that nothing mattered, but the warm bath Lapping my sins into a paler, whiter colour Compelled, I spoke of shame They offerd no restoration But I was becoming cleaner, lighter. And staring back, I felt as if I could only see so far Cloudy swirls would not receed and I grew desperate for connection. The more I confessed, the more I moved a little deeper But with all I could possibly remember; As light as a feather and white as the clouds, I saw no further. I began to despair! Eyes closed, I worship Blindly. Hoping. Calm. Almost Free
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
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How deeply did those eyes reach into me, What horrors and confession they drew from me! In such an ease of way, that nothing mattered, but the warm bath Lapping my sins into a paler, whiter colour Compelled, I spoke of shame They offerd no restoration But I was becoming cleaner, lighter. And staring back, I felt as if I could only see so far Cloudy swirls would not receed and I grew desperate for connection. The more I confessed, the more I moved a little deeper But with all I could possibly remember; As light as a feather and white as the clouds, I saw no further. I began to despair! Eyes closed, I worship Blindly. Hoping. Calm. Almost Free
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
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