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My Saviour

By Tanushka Bhaumik


 When I sit beside my window,

As the moonlight shines the path,

I’d think to go

To your room made of lath,

But that would be a fall from grace,

it would all be worth it 

If it meant I could see your face.

The face that drenches me in tears and blood

And leaves me drowning in prayers,

My only saviour would not be the prayers 

Rather the sin I commit would be my only heaven.

So let the path light up,

And let me run to you and bleed

Bleed till I can bleed no more,

Be my saviour,

My saviour from this pain from your absence.


By Tanushka Bhaumik


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