Hearts take shape looking through glass
Afraid to break it after what’s come to pass
When will we find the edges and come to meet?
Had we atoned? Can we walk on our feet?
Or do our new choices count for sin if flesh was due
We forgive each other but can you?
Connected by stars, love’s not lost, it’s just transformed
And the universe has its way of keeping me informed
of the role I play, and what I must become
to see that in time, this game is won.
by Katrina
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