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Feb 2017
im waning my own moods
weaving and finding my way thru
the Wilderness
that is the mess of me
from thick untamed roots
to my the temple ofย  crown
to my chipped and toes
I am a pile of bones, missed phone calls,
forgetting and late night regrets. Text messages and dial tones and
unconditional love.
Love In Hiding
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Love In Hiding  stl
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