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The dawning of a new day

My day.

My kinda tempo,

My kinda heat

The truth was a loose noose hung about your necks

A careless foothold on the situation, and my,

the trip ups were a complex, spectacular mess!

One went down after the next, tied up by the same lies.

A quiet kind of constricting at first;

Now,  youre all kicking your stools over

trying to clamour back on your modest pedistals. 

Its not as hard to watch as i thought it would be for such a God fearing woman.    

 You have all finally been seen through my eyes 

and now are strangers even by his own blood.

as he laid upon the ground to kiss my feet and lay a path to my waiting pedistal,

I l

ooked deep into him and lay on the ground next to him. 

gently i reached and held his hand. 

whispering softly, asked him to look at the stars with me 

and as they twinkled,

i watched them reflected through his newly washed eyes

and found my place again in his heart, my true home

Sorry i have been away too long took a while to straighten my ti

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Its come.

The dawning of a new day

My day, 

My kinda tempo

My kinda heat

The rope was a loose noose hung about your necks

A careless foothold the trip up was a complex spectacular mess

One went down after the next

A quiet kind of constricting at first,

now all kicking your stools over trying to get back on your modest pedistals. 

Its not as hard to watch as i thought it would be for such a God fearing woman. 

But you have all been seen through my eyes and now are strangers even by his own blood. 

and as he laid upon the ground to kiss my feet and

lay a path to my waiting pedistal i looked into him and instead

i lay next to him and held his hand

I gently asked him to look at the stars with me and as they twinkled i watched them reflected through his newly washed eyes and found my place again in his heart my home.