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S.M.Morgan ~ The Devil's voice is sweet to hear

Sunday, 6 October 2013

Loss ~



What do I lose,
Everytime your crystal fire
Widens to attempt
Your closures -

Pieces of my sharpnel life,
My silver of tears,
Through your perfect grace
And my hope, our years?


-Lincoln 2007
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