Hunter Hatley Poems

Every time I close my eyes; she's there
Corrupted light; from skin to hair

To every curve and inch sweet as honey
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Loving us is like breathing in the ocean
Waves crashing on a soul that's broken

Stick our neck out, you know you need the air
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Another wailing scream on the cross
Another burning piercing because you are lost
Another sacrifice, another burden
Another job, you're spiritually uncertain
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When regret and complexity regurgitate out of the depths of Hell
I bury it once more
I gash a hole for my soul to air out
My blood is my repentance
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