Sep 13, 2007 23:50
let me breathe into you the words of my past.
you're so warm, yet alone.
do you fear death?
me?
anyone?
i have held this lock in my palm from the stars,
just for you,
won't you take it from my crying hand?
this tiny star,
this light,
burns a stigmata atop innocent flesh.
gone are the lines and the creases of my future;
i burned them away for you.
timing
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Perhaps the Good Lord brought me here... just wanted you to know I was thinking of you. Of course concern comes in knowing you are in Afghanistan. Praying you are well and that you feel the Lords arms around you.
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