This beautiful Bruise

Yeah the Light gets bruised as It falls,PRISONER OF HOPE-2

like little seeds must die and rise,

breaking, breaking thru’ ; you can laugh all you want

at the way I way I kneel, or pray, and keel

over and over

and over, just don’t you dare

stop breaking


don’t you dare mock what makes us  unbroken.

I’m Still Broken ( Plan Three )


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