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Delivery (I held. The oar all along)
By Billy | November 30, 2009
Every one’s special.
Everyone’s new.
Sometimes it’s me.
It’s always you.
Sometimes it hurts me,
sometimes for days.
sometimes the great blues
feel more like grays
somewhere this happened:
i lost all control.
somewhere it worked out.
i was made whole.
Deliver. Deliver. Deliver.
Take me from this place.
Deliver
Deliver
Deliver
Make me hide my face.
Take me away from this place.
I am.
Notrunningawayanymore.
Nolongerscaredofthisstasis.
(for now)
UnsureofwhatIneedatthecore
Readytoknowwhatthisplaceis.
I’mtiredofwaitingoutside
I’mtiredoffeelingashamed.
Iseenomorereasonstohide.
IrealizeI’veneverbeenblamed.
Aliveandimmortal
Bornagain
New.
Not.
done
searching.
ready
to maintain this.
sure
of what it means.
going
to give up.
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