September 4, 2013
Shards of glass pour from the heavens.
Sharp, little tear drops stinging into my flesh.
On my knees, with arms wide open
I gasp for air.
Chin to the clouds, moaning for forgiveness.
Shredding me to my very core I wait for a sign,
Any sign.
Please hurry.

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