Salvation.... Comes To This
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Eric Cockrell
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full moon dripping
down through the trees,
the last train to nowhere
rumbles down the old tracks...
your eyes, staring softly
through the half lit window,
seem to speak, but leave
empty spaces where
naked words should be....
salvation then, comes to this,
the imprints your fingers leave
on the doorknob you just locked!
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