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An Avalanche Of Your Love (James Leland Ludeau Lafayette, LA)

Beneath an avalanche of your love
I lay
Excavated Like a fossil
From a period without love
Time tried to carve out my story
But you changed it all
Dug up what was left of me
And you saved me
Now I have breath I have strength to stand
And you inspire me
Your love is a match for my soul
Igniting the fuel of my love
And when this existence leaves me numb
And I want to run
Away from the tundra you carry me
Like an ash to the wind
You scatter me
And I'll never be the same
Forever changed

     

     
     

       
       
       



         
           

             


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