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[kalima23]

and breathing is a song that can only be defined as worship...
in
out
we testify to that which has made us fall further as pride will catch us in the end
there is
so
much
to
retain
this hope that rises above me is just too hard to explain
I will spend my night crying in your arms.
I am mired in this routine of.
whispers in the moonlight
dances in the sunlight
and I will
breathe my way through the pain of a life so abandoned.
smoke away my last breath and read a red rose to the blind sage who offers me advice.
the rain will drip on my face like a disturbance in the craze for this time.
I will melt like snowflakes on the pavement as I wish
wish
for your face.
I will write a thousand letters and never send one.
the arrogance of a confidence that may or may not be justified will mingle with the possibility....
the possibilty of breathing
one breath at a time
I will worship every. moment. of. today...
because it will give me a new hope for tomorrow and a new understanding of yesterday.