Exoneration from past ruin
Amongst martyrs
Seeking absolution
Past woe is slain
Leaving smiles
On dusty doorsteps
The smell of bleach lingers
The reminder of past malaise
Spiritually cleansed
I put on a new dress
And dance in the rain
Reverence
Leaving flowers on graves
Sweet remembrance
And now the pain
No longer burns.
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