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Don't take your body
wherever mind urges
Let at least body remain
pure.
A shot of love
The veil of love
Blinds me
When I see a new kind
I fall hard
It breaks my heart
Slowly, silently & without any sound
In search of broken pieces
I go beyond the past
Some are lost and some are found
I meet a new lover
Only to break his heart
Picked his broken pieces
To fill my gaps
To mend my own heart
Now I speak differently
When you meet me
The one with the scattered pieces
Is now with a taped heart
The love not returned

She of molded clay
Fingers trace the wooden ***
Poison whispers sweet


You know what they say about curiosity and boxes, this one is dedicated to the one and only Pandora.
Even when she ket curiousity get the best if her an unleashed so much negativity, she also released hope and that alone will see us through.
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Much love,
Lyn 💜
 Jul 2020 The Gray Wolf
Traveler
The sun no longer
Makes me cry
I refuse to love a lie

I can't express
A color scheme
Wordless thoughts
Are all I see

In poetic tongue
My emotions confess
Beautiful words
When I'm a mess

I can't describe
A moonlit night
A star filled sky
I'm not that bright

But
When my feelings overflow
About to burst
About to blow
I run to my pen
To save my soul!

The sun no longer
Makes me cry
I refuse to love a lie
...................................
Traveler Tim
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