The Old Torture Chamber Of The Heart
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1 min readJan 1, 2019
I came with a wrench
To dismantle
The old torture chamber
In my heart
Where I tested myself out
To see what I could take
To see if I would break
To see what a human being
Is made of.
Now it’s come to
A different time.
A time of self forgiveness.
The holy healing wound
Must finally be salved
The guillotine taken apart
And life flows easy once again
To the beating of my heart.
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