Mar 10, 2005 21:34
Upon the time of our lonely death
grace can steal the truth.
That time has come,
for some undone
but mine left is unmaimed.
Among our dreams
the fear of pains
make the labyrinth of our world.
your love has pressed upon me
that life and all its schemes
are there for our survival
but leave you to your dreams
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