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April Sabotage.

11/17/2013

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I shed sobering, shuddering tears
Uttered groanings cannot reach writhing souls
Those things that left see not passion
For all make life alive

Soul wringing
Spirit filled
Hearts pleading
Bodies sculpted

Touched through affection
Reach and arise, unfeigned
Touch and then calm
Into potent beauty

I'm parted and all done
Full crimson lips speaking,
Hands filled with love
Warmth revolving around inspired kindness

Believe, expand, with patience.
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Still.

11/5/2013

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Every time I try
to start again,
to propel...
forward,
upward,
I stutter.
And stall.

Somewhere I know;
keep moving,
another day,
more to see,
more to feel,
and do.

Another somewhere I know;
to remain still
is all I could ever
want, or need.
So still I sit,
and wait.

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