I'm Just Lounging...
Closed hearts
blur our vision
souls die
rejected
imprisoned
incisions made
with contemptuous hearts
leave us open
and pull us apart
voices calling
out of the dark
white winged angels
upon us embark
searching for clarity
and honest revision
embracing our spirit
with graceful precision
out of the depths
of our deepest despair
the angels are speaking
and so we shall dare
to hear of their wisdom
will set our hearts free
open forever
our eyes shalt then see
an immaculate rejection
born from our dignity
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