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Cloistered souls of silencerise up from the remains of their tragedy On the tongues of trepidation and turpitude.Secret slumber interrupted, they file..
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A Golden Whisper in the Throat of God.............We step lightly on the crispnessof our earth.Crossing over the creeksubmerged in the timelessness of..
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The earth around meis anticipatory and reactionary;always readying itself, always surrendering.Preparing for the jewels and necessitiesof a coming sea..
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....something creeps seductivelyup the inside of my memories,like a hand in slow motion on my inner thigh.Both awaken remembranceand quicken the watch..
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There is a rise of passion,like flickering flamesdancing with the wetness on my tongue;buds of longing salivating desireto taste the sweet, salty fles..
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Husband # 2, tho abusive and quite unkind, did have a deep tenderness and understanding of the child I was...and why. He recognized me because I was a..
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...I think there is a timeto just lay back and let it all unfold, to succumb to fingers of grass and see what the fleeting clouds hold.But there are ..
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Everything has a flip side doesn't it?Happiness is just one side of the spinning topwith pain hidden beneath its over sized middle.We gleefully push t..
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I have feltthe razors edge of love;the one that cuts so deepyou have to cauterize the woundwith flame...It is always the sharpest sideof lovethat blee..
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I don't even know what it hungers for.A wild mushroom with a newborn's wail,primal is its scream,more insistent than desirebut with little specificity..
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