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Friday, September 10, 2010
Why do long-lost moments haunt me?
As the world closes in on me
Asks something more of me
Than what I can give
I remember holding the hands of my sisters
As if I was kind creature
Worthy of saving
I remember their hands clutch me tight
As if they could heal my soul
Warm, soft, girlish
I denied my right
As a princess of Heaven
Did I really listen to the words?
Praying for me...
Where is the throne?