It has been a long time, since.
I’ve wiped the wrinkles off my face,
Removed the lines from my forehead,
Finished the last chapter by the campfire,
Passed a smirk at references of love.
But I still feel the ruffle, the lump,
The parchedness, the ache and
The tremor in my nerve.
It has been a long time that
My blood hasn’t boiled,
My jaws haven’t tightened,
My lower lip hasn’t curled.
I guess it has been a long time, that I’ve forgiven you, Judas….
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