Your Grace
Your pain
Will not
Justify
The
Deseased ridden
Whole
That lies
To
The empty
Cold
Fear
Resting
On
The
Putric
Disguise
Of
Your
Grace.
Copyright © Stacey Brackley | Year Posted 2012
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