Hoping to scratch him.
As we bleed to death.
As we have a shepherd we do not want.
I run on a treadmill that never stops.
My reflection in the wading pool is dirty,
and Im sickened.
It hurts.
Im sick of repetition.
An illness, spreading.
Blinding my eyes.
Erase my thoughts.
Cancel my subscription to the things of this world.
In heopen eyesof delivereance.
Im color blind.
Waiting to see.
Wanting to finally say no and walk away with a smile.
Time after time my call is game ove
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