The catacombs
And revolving doors inside of my brain
Preachers and whores
And the neon pulpits burst into flames
I come from both
Sides of me and either side of their tracks
Humbling my ghosts
Letting life that floods my veins bring me back
The unshackling of the chains on my wrists
And the loyalty to pain that resists
"Veins", Charlotte Martin (2005)
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