Waking
A pain throbbing in rage seeking the comfort of dirt staining underneath the fingernails, riot to
no more identity unfound, i caution the ache but it forced a way through, like a worm to wiggle
forth eating the pupil to my sight having a resting peace in my thoughts birth the savages taking
on the flesh, waking up from a dream of life.
7/8/10
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Faith . | Year Posted 2010
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