Cloths musty from winters rain of despair need cleaning in spring's bright air
Dirt of months dark pain needled repair brings a clean jacket of hope to wear
Smell of sweat too cold to bathe prisoner of my coat I've been a slave
crust of dirt a second skin falls away a forgiven sin
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online)
- Published: September 18th, 2025 03:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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