TrueA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittThe energies around us soaring Enigmatic, electric and astounding It happens everytime It was written that way all along
Our hands and souls shaking chaotic, sacred and free Meant to be as such Destined from the beginning of time.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Sarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |
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