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Jun 2015
I had laid to sleep
that voice inside me who loves,
for she bleeds and bleeds and bleeds...

but you--
with your quiet words--
have woken her again.

for,
as much as she bleeds,
she would pour yet more--
a libation into the barrenness--

if you would but fill the silence.
written August 2014
Rustine Gescheidle
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Rustine Gescheidle  28/F/United Kingdom
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