Thu, 05/16/2013 - 20:02 -- rosey35


United States
43° 0' 0.1836" N, 89° 58' 52.842" W

Chills rested on January's breath
A realized sigh, a crushing taste.
Plastic tries and glassy eyes.
Lived in lies.
Spinning, falling, knees of cinder.
Trembled tries snap in the winter.
Up to the chance, rebirth the pure.
His will, it prayed, the quiet pucker.
Then sudden tightness, gasping, while
believing fell, through cracked pressure.
Inhaled glory, basked in blessings,
Soul wrapped tightly in forgivings.


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