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In this box are Aine's rings,
Silver chains and secret things;
When she lifts the lid,
Set in the mirror,
Shines the most precious jewel,
And Granda's treasure.
A person's stature
Is never to be measured
By height.
Life is a general picture
of conjecture and wrong measure
 Nov 2019 Mike Hauser
Pax
Abyss
 Nov 2019 Mike Hauser
Pax
I fell deep into your abyss
drowning into lust
I swim yet your torrent
drag me down under.

Beyond my last breathe
I resign to sigh my regret
I died in your arms
Loving you was my sin.
Painful love
It throbs,
It tears,
It tender,
It twinge,
Just for thee.
Because, it was, it is & it will be only you and me.
In the fullness of time.
I am attached to you more than one life should allow.
Are we Twin-Flames?
And my heart whispered yes !
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