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prayer to dark
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2018-05-15
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we were born in the summer rain
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the segway to autumn on the horizon
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pit-pattering on an old woman’s kitchen windowsill
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her own rain carving timeless canyons in her skin
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I never put much stock in the seven deadly sins
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until greed became my downfall
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and I traded my wings, my flight, my freedom
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for a measly amount of human gold
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instant regret
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hair sopping in the rain
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I picked myself up and pushed past the searing pain
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ribbons of ripped flesh still hanging off my back
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we turned our eyes away from the light
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so hard that we forgot how to see
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so we built our own heaven
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you and I, you and me
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together until the end
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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