segunda-feira, maio 28, 2012

Arrow



When you were the age 15 they shot the arrow at you
You put that arrow in
became an angel too
But you were proud to be you.

When you made a pact with him
a secret that you’d keep
That you’d forget that sin
could be so warm, so free! 
That you could find such release. 

My dear St Sebastian, in every breath we complete…

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