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Shanti
Trying to make patience, (with my own hands) opening; like a metaphor, grafting skin on broken bones. Because when your with me, you become a part of me, seamless until it's ripped away. Can I... More »
Shanti
Hands pushing out the words I couldn't say, Pressing my own thoughts into the way. Tumbling over everything I thought to feel, through this undergrowth of Love so thick it chokes me. Sweetly, because who... More »
Shanti
Inapropriate she breathes turning her back to everything pressing the darkness into my eyballs to hold the tears that I beleived were mine.
Shanti
Time turns up and in, moving through me; while I presume Ideas of escape. Their eyes see the whole of me, looking beyond the screen on my T.V, listening for the call of deaths sweet... More »
Shanti
I feel it in My belly mostly; tight knoted fear or pressing pressure leaving little space for Being. Occasionaly it expands inside my chest with aching desire to be Love. Sometimes it leaks out my... More »
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