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Grace whispered on my knees, head bent, spirit bowed

forgiveness looked for, very seldom found,

sailing on the tides, pushed onward by the winds

Upon oceans where my fate is bound

hands hard from rope and rigging, skin tough by sun and salt

taste the spray on my lips once more

know the sirens voice before her song is sung

know my soul is caught

As I stand before the mast

knowing before too long

That I shall give thanks

pray,

grace whispered on my knees, head bent, spirit bowed

forgiveness looked for, very seldom found,

as the cat whistles merry whilst cutting through the air

to land with frightful laughter upon the torn skin of my back.

 

 

 

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