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Monday, April 18, 2011

The Last Saint

The Last Saint

Where have all the saints gone?
All I find here is smoke and white rocks.
It's lonely being the only one who's able to breathe.
All the others are drowning in the sea;

I am left to live healthy and all alone,
Stranded on my personal island.
The smoke lifts from the unknown,
And stones wash onto my home.

I own doubt in all my morals.
The demons are taking me over.
Love is in the water, far beneath the deep.
Inhale and hold, I can no longer breathe.

-Luke-Dakota Massey

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