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When Time Dead Stops

every cell
is so tired
from straining to sit still
restless like i'm on the run
in this messed up world.

i wish i could forgive myself
as he does
and i wish i could love myself
as he does
and as each stubborn grain of stone
gets chipped away from who i used to be
i stand more sorely exposed raw with insufficiency
wish i could remember
who I am

as he does.
Written by lotuscountry (SelahV)
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