Cold, wet and hungry
Dirty, sick and thirsty
Sad, weak and thin
Homeless with no name
One voice, one hand
Two voices, Two hands
Many hearts, many souls
Homeless with a name
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I reached forward to take the hand, a saving hand of encouragement and strength. With all my doubts and pity for my every cell, I took it a...
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If I sat quietly inside my mind, I might be able to pinpoint the absolute. If I stir up the passions and beauty of all that I feel, I could... -
I found my voice! I really found it! The clarity of it all came to me, not in a dream, not in a note, from within me. The power of my ... -
Dancing naked in the moonlight, swallowed in forever. Feel the music build a wall of passion around us. Lust collides, and dreams roll int...
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