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A MIRACLE


But then, hi there,
How is the bun in the oven
Burning?
How are you baking it?
And what is James Blunt saying now?
Does he think I don’t know?
You are all that is on my mind,
Right now, I will not let anyone touch
Your place, and space again;
Such fresh breath,
A miracle must have happened last night,
I wonder what it is;
We gotta lift ourselves up from the patterns
Of pain we have designed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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