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Monday, March 12, 2012

My thorn

My every step is haunted by him.

I pray for Him to fill the void;
Instead his presence taunts me as an unsteady rhythm.

Dawn, brings his breath to wake me for the day.

For these dreams, all day I pay.

Unsent texts, pierce the silence and echo in my head.

As the sun sets, his presence fills the bed.

The nightmare of unknown love echoes in my soul
But I turn to Him, and plead once more.

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