redefined
(poems go here) Raise me to life
Rinse my soul
Cleanse my image
Remake me
I have become broken and yet I find myself yearning
Yearning
For a touch that is beyond humanistic capabilities
I have become impaired and yet I find myself moving
Moving
Towards a grave that was not designed for any humanistic capacities
Wash me
Purify my soul
Remind me of my image
Redesign me
I have become still and yet I find myself magnified
Magnified
To a standard that is not mine
And yet I find myself trying to become what I have always been
Indescribable, powerful, cleansed….
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