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A lovely satin scarf,still smelling of perfume.Perhaps from his neckwhen he stood on the stool."Like a friend from my childhoodpushing me on a wheeled..
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I am human and divine.I wonder if God manifests Himself in Me.I hear myself chanting and reciting.I see myself worshiping me.I want to know if I crea..
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My blood replaces ink,Heart replaces fingersEcstasy replaces tactile,Ishtar replaces humanAs we collide.Honey replaces tears,Redolence replaces breath..
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Happiness is one mirror away.
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Looking up at at the sky,catching my eye the perfect scenarios.The architects in the cloudscarving perfect faces.Time here must be passing slow.They t..
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Wasn’t born with miracles or blessings
much.
We, the living torments, His punishment is
such.
We’re not His hope in mankin..
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In the laps of the forest,In the deep of the oceans,where bewilderness rests.Away from sorrows and fun.In the heart of the fire,in the soul of the air..
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If, how would you?If, what would they ask?How, which shall be your guise?Could you, if you would not have?Who, why is he staring?Which, h..
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Here fire burns to make water,desire burns and makes emotion.Faith, is how we know fear,hope itself, mothers despair.Lots of love - acquainted with pa..
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