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July 30 JUST USHundreds milling,
Common, ordinary,
Lost souls,
Lost happiness.
One face,
angel eyes,
snaking tresses,
Love epitomised.
Two hearts,
Divine rhythm,
Flows gracefully,
Just us. July 07 DOVE CLEAN!Pointed needles, sanitized beds,
Old men halfway dead,
Unemotional florences,
Clinical trays,
Run, run, run,
Play with death,
Hide, hide, hide,
Cancer wants to play.
In all the humdrum,
An angel lay asleep,
Hushing the sounds,
Of painful cries,
Of midnight moans,
helpless groans,
Asleep in white,
Pure and bright.
Walking the line,
Of death and life,
Son and wife,
Hell and the divine.
Emerging through it all,
Bubbled in love,
Clean, anew,waiting to fly...
Reborn as a dove. |
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