Warmth on this cold fall day
Jazz
Melts my brain like
Fondue on crunchy bread
Dripping my feelings onto the paper below
Silently
I enter the temple of the word
Heading straight for the
Confessional of a thousand pages
Baring my soul for all to
See
Looking for
Forgiveness
My contrition
A communion of paper and pen
Transpiring over and over again
Until there is nothing left but
Ashes
So I might rise again
Stronger
More hopeful
Full of
Love
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