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May 2019
Why cross the bridge without thinking
that living is forever, and nothing will
ever change? We change continuously
not always for the best, without knowing
true essence of love, in it purest form.
--
Confiding in self among ageless
sprees, dust flows freely without each
speck of understanding, forcing
subconscious mind control, majestic
manifestations, appearing among truth
intimacy, and pleasurable passions of
foreseen images before direct contact
occurs.
--
Admission not accepted, releasing truths
only known to the heartless, would cause a
backward flow of understandable knowledge
to unreasonable reactions limited for a short
time in dimensional space.
--
Taken across our space of wonder, do we
pronounce the reality of inspirational
intellect?

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By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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