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Oct 2011 · 446
Pain
Denyce Weaver Oct 2011
Pain
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.
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Oct 2011 · 559
Thin air.
Denyce Weaver Oct 2011
Thin air.
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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