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I never knew a heart could beat with completeness the way that it does, nor did I ever assume that it could shine finer than the day...and so, I've held her with simple honesty--kept her close to core, concerned myself only with her protection, whilst trepidation stretched toes to tap lightly along woes that whitened within ages of experience...and I skated across ponds and pads that became fads of expression, that etched themselves ever so slightly against softness of soul, allowing pain to drip from lips that learned only love...
and I climbed cares, aware only of others' needs, while I sacrificed self slice by minute slice--I became scanned images splashing plans along spines that belonged within embraces of palms unbeknown to taste; just chasms of circumstance that flew amongst skies too high for me to soar.
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I have known days and dreams, and I have reflected often upon years of loss...and I have paid the costs a thousand times and twenty
and still I am awed by the simple beauty of being; of seeing; of knowing...for I am worthy of love, of life, and more--
for passion plays beneath surfaces that erupt and spill, urging will to overcome those issues of personal worth, and denying corruption of its tempting caress while I cease to hide behind feigned weakness--I am no fool, no lesser force, no source to seek a profitable sigh; vulnerability has lost her flight and her wings refuse to sing...
and so I stand as self--as single entity, who loves because she can; who nurtures because she knows and who comforts with genuine compassion.
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Today, I walk without judgement and reside without recrimination, following fate along heart's unwritten ways, so I may know rays after tears and cruise across sighs of attainable achievements; to reach within speeches of sensuality and kiss bliss through the middles of whispered wants--harnessing hues of hope and happiness, that stand stoic between shoulders of survival and sight...
so I sway solo to spiritual airs, amid embers that refuse to fail.
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These fires fuel soul to succeed, to feed self off own inner knowledge and to know the privilege of understanding hands that hold her so safely--she is me and I am her and I am aware of the gifts so readily given...and I know too, that her weakness is her shining strength, whilst she spreads smiles in scents of pink and tempts true tales along her tongue
to become titles on tomorrow's coals.
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Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
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take care of your heart, for it is precious indeed 
This is a very interesting, heart-and-soul-felt write. 
