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Saturday, March 8, 2014

Dwelling Place



May the noise drown out the sound of my own beating heart
Cut out the delicate part
Why the end before the start?

Your subtle smile was the reckoning tool
Fell so far, hit hard like a fool
Your soft heart beckoned me, it was the strongest wave to pull

You gave me more to live for, more than you'll ever know
If I could only seek you out, my naked soul would show
My words would embrace you in a spiritual flow

This distance is death, my hands shake in a reckless pace
Your name does burn in my dwelling place
The fire is bright, it illuminates my face

~k

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