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Oct 2011 · 469
Pain
Denyce Weaver Oct 2011
Let it happen.
Let it fall like crystal rain around me,
bathe me,
caress me,
glide liquid gold down my arms.
It doesn't matter how my body feels,
Because inside I am an ocean.
Oct 2011 · 587
Thin air.
Denyce Weaver Oct 2011
A small tightness,
Not quite an ache
I think of you and I drown in thin air.
Solitude,
for it's own sake
Take the quiet and begin there.

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