How can one as pure as you
Endure these times, emerge unmarked?
You seem to live apart
From all this pain and loss
Evil and filth
I can't extricate myself
From this quicksand-sin
And none have trod upon your heart;
It's still full of helium and joy
And sweetness and light
And love- for me!
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
How can one as pure as you
Endure these times, emerge unmarked?
You seem to live apart
From all this pain and loss
Evil and filth
I can't extricate myself
From this quicksand-sin
And none have trod upon your heart;
It's still full of helium and joy
And sweetness and light
And love- for me!
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