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Time Soaked

All this blood, still remaining upon my hands; Has now completely penetrated, the thickness of my skin. Time Soaked, too deep... Stain over Stain, forever still remain; from where the blood of others, has constantly been drained. Hostage no more, to the sins of my fallen Brothers... Time Soaked; Too deep, Into my flesh, Now running through my stream; A joining together; Time Soaked, Too Deep...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 8/14/2012 10:39:00 AM
Much grief in these lines Terry, well written. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 8/14/2012 10:06:00 AM
Terry, wow a very moving dramatic write indeed, I like it..David
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