SparkA Poem by the in betweenrandomnessI slap power on my cheeks, Nirvana massages my heart strings, inhale sweat underneath my armpits then feel warm protected blankets. They are arms folding over me and never leaving me. I am small framed walking close by belonging, dependent no doubt, no regret, no looking back no isolation and discrimination no spiteful angry words no fear enjoying being looking at the clear baby blue sky wondering further feeling with every fiber wanting more believing wholeheartedly in everything including me Love does exist. © 2011 the in betweenAuthor's Note
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