Pierce my will-
ingness, make me sail
over shocked
towers fir-
ing waves, that iron jumps, kill-
ing angst, making m’love.
Pierce my will-
ingness, make me sail
over shocked
towers fir-
ing waves, that iron jumps, kill-
ing angst, making m’love.
Angels, Compassion, Failure, Fear, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Seeking God, Shadorma, Spirituality
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