Laceration

Airin Wyatt
My bones shake with the restless feelings of anticipation

My blood rages with the thought of restoration

Too many wasted nights here in suffocation

It came to me, at night. Must be a revelation.

To turn foot to dust and begin resurrection.

New meaning to life, not just desolation.

If your life is stale, a state of dessication.

It's up to you and your mind of creation.

To improve yourself and your situation.

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