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Thursday, December 25, 2014


let me know

what it is to love

give me hope

as if to triumph

spend your time

on pages of brush

wild fire in a feild of sage

as if the universe needed smudging

I stay quiet

when its time to sleep

I have no trouble speaking

in times of need

I gave her my heart

as if trust was weeping


as a gift of receiving

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