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You once asked me why I loved you
You once asked me why I loved you.
I didn’t know what to say.
Because you are kind,
like a viper, killing quickly.
Or because you’re wicked smart,
like a jungle cat stalking its prey.
Because you see me, deeply,
that much is true.
I didn’t know what to say,
so I didn’t say anything at all.
In the silence that has settled
in the ye...
Monday 9th December 2019 12:01 am
Meditation on My Happy Place
The world struts and saunters with its many wide wonders
but nothing compares to my happy place
My thoughts still and slow and I let things go
when I rest inside my happy place
My fancies run wild and I feel like a child
when I play within my happy place
I build mind castles and deflate mighty hassles
when I scheme inside my happy place
I feel sad and alone, so...
Wednesday 6th November 2019 8:07 pm
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