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...Even Then, We Are Happy...

First, from nothing scarce.

From the significance in first tormenting light after leaving the dark.

I wanted to mention how love saved certain severances...The blood and clay…soul molded and punctured body of constellations…

 

How we break free.

How my star falls tonight.

 

Into the root. Into the wind to feel the soil again. Like his hands wavering the beginnings of sun and s...

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...We Are Us Jose...

I want to confess that the last minute is the bell tapered within his hands.

That single gesture of ominous struggle to wring out hazards and corridors. Rusted knobs like knuckles.

Eyelash fringe of frosted root. Cold clemency. Integrous beasts. We are jailed flutter. Inside. Within…

 

We free one another together.

 

I search for the maze of divine intervention and wings.

He i...

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...This Is Man...

They frame me in the milestones. Something like an unkempt garden. I am half naked in blizzards of truth. Temperamental hands unclothe me...

 

Uprooted.

 

Because you love me whispers from adversaries blow at our threads. The nature of their beasts forget the importance of their Mothers...Of women. Umbilical iridescence floats away. Kites like thoughts lose strings...

 

I promise...

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poetmimicanedamata   mywriting   mypoetry   powerofpoetry   love   sacredbond   rawpoetry   uneditedemotion   rawwriting   neverstopwriting   creativeoutlet   genuinedepth   honestemotion   poet   storyteller   poetry   poetrysociety   poetrycommunity   poetrywrittenbywomen   writer   writersociety   writerscommunity   bondbetweenmenandwomen   spiritualbond   soulbond   survivingtogether

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