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I have to stop asking why.It won't bring you back or you back or you back.I need peace and acceptance.I need the world to turn again.No more standing still.I have to pick my heart up out of the pit of my stomach,and start put
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I'm sorry that I lost you.
I'm sorry that you are gone.
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Neither Christian Dior, nor Givenchy,
can define the self, when the I slip away
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Silently, they try to slip out, as I sit here in the quiet,
pushing themselves to the surface, from depths that are so private.
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The walls go up
The walls come down
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It was an unforeseen discovery
the day faith had us cross paths
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I dreamt I saw an apple and yes it was for you
For it was very different, it was the colour blue
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It could be anyone
Your world shatters for one of your own
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Remoulding tattered flesh and bone
Soothing bruised and battered muscle
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More often I wonder
if I've moved the way I should
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Wound like shroud, silent like death,
as if asleep, I was dumbstruck,
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Our first Hello
Our first dance
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Where is the place where I belong?
Did I know the answer, all along?
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Where life once abounded,
Deep inside, my playful soul
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The angels are here within you grip,
reach out and connect with it.
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So you’ve never had a boyfriend
I’m sure that this is true
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After a dreadful night of pelleting thoughts,
I am come undone by sun
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Sweat-soaked sheets
Tear-stained pillows
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a faerie lives
among no one
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One of these days, you'll come to see
Just what all you mean to me
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so many times we as women dress ourselves in chains and armor mail..we put them on to cover the burns and hope this armor will heal the hur
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Naturally gifted poet, a blessing life
Effects others with his words, of comfort and healing
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The blanket of love has a start
with each new stitch
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i follow your path
back to the passage
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