Never,
it's a lie.
Blood is true.
A secret isn't a secret
if air has touched it.
The stones
that are embedded into the
thick,
cold,
and moist dirt
are somewhat soothing to look at.
Born pure,
and free of sin.
Die impure,
and of sin.
~ Rakya Graham
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PoetryThese poems are things I see in my everyday life. Whether it's a speck of dust or just a simple smile from someone. I hope you enjoy them. All Rights Reserved ©2014 Rakya Graham
