Grief tangles around, entering at will and without warning.
Strength deserts me in the most inopportune times.
Power drains from my entire being, leaving me alone.
Sadness sweeps in surrounding shadows encasing me.
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Edge of Becoming
Looking down from the edge, I feel bravery rise inside the vastness— alarming echoes of the past ringing through my chest. I take a brea...
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My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion. Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire. Enter the suggestions I have see... -
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... -
My mind cleared and opened up My senses rose to new heights My understanding formed trueness My breath swept away clouds My touch embraced...
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