The dawn cracks light breaks me open again in the winter of your love as you touch me like the cold hold me shatter my soul enter as you leave me inside out all shadow and alone empty me ’til I return to the memory of whole in the darkness of a season to…
Battered
and somewhere in the ruble I exist where my heart lives like a fist beating my insides raw ’til I am bloody and lost in the injury of my truth betrayed by the brokenness of my own dreams that lay dying, caged by a pain and the darkest of thoughts that will not release me…
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