in Our Room
Cross pollination
Returning with a blood stain
Along our laid lines
These chemical scents
Wishwork out like fireflies
A new reaction
God is our beacon
Slipstream Bereaheet Bara
It's all confusing
Coming together
When maturity is reached
A final harvest
Reaping what you sow
Painting with a pen deepened
By the cracking glass
In our pain we've seen
Throughout time we have become
Fields of healed with scars
If we continue
Perhaps there will be a prize
Night followed by Dawn
Moment by moment
Drawn into eternity
On wish and prayer
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