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Looking for refuge

Her voice is tinged with grey,
let the angels hear her cries
because now she's losing ground again
and she's awake half-way through the night

Jesus, are you there?
I'll stitch my wounds and mail you my tears
I'm behind my own shadow
and her voice is cracked and grey
I have run out of emotions to feel these days

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