the day rose to remind me
in the atrium of morning
that even in the most delicate of places
there's still a little bit of hell left
on my sun soothed fingers
and by the time night falls
the universe will continue to spiral and
I'll keep pouring myself
into the glass you will
never drink from.
-o.jardine
(quote from the second book in my series)
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I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
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