Concrete Dreams
Thinking the unforgiving art
A lost profession a wandering heart
You lay in wait to hallow me
A soul wishing non the less to be present and free
I stager through these water halls
Raindrops breathing endlessly they fall
These words bleed true
It soothes the eyes and blindness it removes
Mindless I remove
Please take this heart these hands
Break it’s patterns
I give my life to your standards
Your glory is all that matters
-AJ
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