I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
I whisper your name
ayradyss

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Grape juice like communion wine...

time is frail,
   paper-thin,
  swollen, like flesh
      overcoming.
and follow days
    count evenings
  rising from the darkness
           of the dawn.

drink pain like wine
     sip poison draughts
  and face the morning sun,
         today, a day
   like any other,
unfinished,
      undone.
           "tamox"
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