Bondage
TurpentineIt is not mine
Waiting till
The end of time
Slowing this
What is it these
Festering
In this dis-ease
Wondering
In this of time
What is yours and
What is mine
Bondage
It's not to free
Gripping my
Iniquity
Smiling
what is it this
Sealing comfort
Smiling bliss.
5-2-09
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