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QueenOfTheAshes Sep 2024
Not a part of your church
In the dark I built myself
A torch;

And the moon whispers to me
In the night she sits
By me.
My Dear Poet Aug 2024
Touch is the soft secret of the soul,
the whimper of rose, as it’s petals fold
Like light that reveals the hidden path,
your whispers of love open my heart

Our love is the wisest counsel of all,
In silence, we learn how angels  fall
Hold me like I’m your cliff and sky
birth me breath, like we’ll never die

To know in part and forget the whole
touch is the silent secret of the soul
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