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by xero   Dec 28, 2006


Her fire is in me.
Picture the focus.
Film this betrayal.

I drag these aches.
Her lips they settle.
I hide my heart rate.

I begin to fail.
Her arms settle.
Faith begs for rest.

I hide my eyes.
I seek for my rest.
Fate begs for savior.

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