Of Poetry and Prozac
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Reckoning
Reckoning
(You know who you are)
I walked the line between ghost and bliss
and no desperate love could have held me back,
but only be I saved by your earnest truth
such as it is,
and find that nothing needing do I lack.
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