Thu, 02/21/2013 - 22:02 -- Mary R.


United States
44° 52' 35.8572" N, 94° 26' 19.644" W

the irk of tumoil

tosses me:

a hell bound angel

or a demon bound for heaven.


at times

of which is which,

a breath away from saving grace-

lost in the scuttling winds of time,

hoping beyond hope for something more than this.


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