you forgave me
touched
my cheek
eight years waiting
eight years guilt
you
forgave
time
meant
nothing
worthiness
of
nothing
in
eye of
forgiveness
in
the
stillness
of love
A bump on logs
just be
until
new strength
to be
spring loaded
again
for the next one
waiting
nothing
in
eye of
forgiveness
in
the
stillness
of love
A bump on logs
just be
until
new strength
to be
spring loaded
again
for the next one
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