The heart keeps wrenching,
Singing melodies of regret,
Lyrics of which,
Lay hidden deep in the core.

None can watch the lava burning,
None can feel the affliction growing,
For I’ve been concealing
These little pieces of me,
That lay out on the ground,
Each time I was smashed to smithereens,
As each time repentance struck me!

GREG RAKOZY RFP

 

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