A trigger under my skin
sends shivers suffocating lent
new women kissing men
and time is upon us in sin
I traveled this newfoundland
unraveled packages of gin
got buried deep within
the cold ice and pink skin
Can no longer swallow spit
ice is dry and dense within
i need rescue once again
from the Man of Sorrow, the Risen
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