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You asked for words, I grasped for meanings
Faltered- submerged- morassed in gleanings Caressed not held, at best. Compelled- To struggle against surrender To the abyss of the pretender Who promises peace after submission. Simply cease without contrition. A song of laughter warms my heart, The coldness after, not her, apart.. This world, myself, aliens. Other No words else salient save Mother Healing wounds old but ever bleeding Whispering to the soul, feeding, leading Firming my path to the place of Grace.
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