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The pain of loss and other bonds
Had crept into her heart.
They were not asked nor beckoned there...
Yet quickly took they're part.

When dark of night surrounded her,
That's when they plied their trade.
It's then her hope flew on the wing,
Before the bed was made.

Who are these seekers of the soul,
And how can we withstand?
We need a friend to ply the balm
Of Gilead with their hands.

But there are one is found,
To be a friend indeed.
To cry with one who's lost their way.....
That one who weeps and bleeds.

The NO FRILLS challenge

By MissSharon

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