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Jul 2018
Her scars come
from time.
Her beauty comes
from eternity.
Her strong heart
is the gateway.
Her soul is the secret prism.
Her eyes,
the mesmeric
jewel of a sublime mystery.
Her lips,
the fleshy focus of a temple
containing pure
light and deepest dark.
These are the treasures of
her naked self,
her raw scars,
her wise soul,
her dark secrets,
and her unyielding
strength.
Michael Briefs
Written by
Michael Briefs  55/M/Littleton, CO
(55/M/Littleton, CO)   
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