Dec 2020
D Vanlandingham
Never more clear to me, than when the rusted gate,
swung open did I see the great fullness, in the value
of choice to suffer oneself into a place of substance--
forces pulling at me, unfelt.. realms crossed over into,
unscathed.
When she opened up her heart to me..
all Hell, broke loose
Never more clear to me, than when the rusted gate,
swung open did I see the great fullness, in the value
of choice to suffer oneself into a place of substance--
forces pulling at me, unfelt.. realms crossed over into,
unscathed.
When she opened up her heart to me..
all Hell, broke loose
and I cant help, but wonder if I was dreaming
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