savinggrace
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And I wrote these thoughts down in my head
Where they would never be spoken of again
Until the findings of a fragile mind erupt in time
And space, gathering the courage to be
the irk of tumoil
tosses me:
a hell bound angel
or a demon bound for heaven.
unsure
at times
of which is which,
a breath away from saving grace-
lost in the scuttling winds of time,
