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May 2013
There are times...
when we are
so close
so intimately
in tune
that we
breath...
speak...
steal a glance
in sync...
My heaven.
There are times...
when nothing works
timing is wrong
chosen words
trigger anger
tones...
exasperate...
My Hell.
There are times...
when there is nothing
I can't say to you...
and others
when there
is nothing I CAN say
My Purgatory.
There are times...
when I doubt
everything
and everyone
my ego and anger
can throw me off coarse
I will always
come home to you....
*My Spirituality.
Suzanne Penn
Written by
Suzanne Penn  Portland, Oregon
(Portland, Oregon)   
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     Suzanne Penn, Rhea Nadia, Sam Tiede and ---
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