Sanctuary

Posted on August 24, 2012

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Trying to escape
From the hold
Where icy fingers
Run cold

Eyes as blind
But all-seeing
Where to run
From these beings?

Just need to
Escape and breathe
Held in shackles
Cannot flee

Wanting to find
The Sanctuary
Long sought after
A thousand yesterdays

*Interpret as you will…

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