The Breaks
When I find myself with you
In a picture of Heaven in my mind
When the world is not the world at all
Climbing mountains higher than the fall
Is everywhere and constantly breaks
Any heart that may seek a moment of escape
From the empty pockets of eternal revenue
I was praying to break through
Now I find myself with you
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-06-12 at 18:16
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