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He Fell
He fell from you in grace, from your life and from your thinking space.
On promises and guarantees that trickled from your lips with such ease.
Like vipers milk that drips on silk, to burn and mar and scar the soft and subtle threads.
From your grace he fell, if he could tell, if he could speak, he wonders would he seek again the solace in your shadowed mind, be lost within that truth, within that trust your words defined.
And so he cries...
On promises and guarantees that trickled from your lips with such ease.
Like vipers milk that drips on silk, to burn and mar and scar the soft and subtle threads.
From your grace he fell, if he could tell, if he could speak, he wonders would he seek again the solace in your shadowed mind, be lost within that truth, within that trust your words defined.
And so he cries...
Published 21st Sep 2014
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