spectred & scriptured
then it begins
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He elevates me to higher ground Cuts me up when no one’s ’round Buries knives into this too soft soul Burns my wings when I get too close Hollow love from an empty ghost I knew the man he was; almost.
Absolutely great poetry! Beautifully written.
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