She finds the times
To tear a hole in our life
And make my words seem sublime
Now there's a line where they arrive.
It's hard to understand the line
When you see so many drift by
Holding onto dignity so fine
Until you let go of it and fly.
Godforsaken yet always sublime
Hard to the skin yet so soft to the mind
A certain ease she slips into time
Cushion the thought now, its not so blind.
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