salve my soul.
Heal mine heart
and seal this hole.
A cut too deep
that kills my sleep,
still ties my hands
and binds my feet.
For late tonight,
there is no light.
No warmth within,
yet too cold outside.
O sands of time,
forgive my whine.
And wash pristine,
this past of mine.
Go ahead and Syphon my night
and usher in the morning light.
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