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After years of grey harshness
brushing against screeching
roughness
I came upon this
deep softness within
unexpectedly.
There everything
spoke softly
caressing my wounds
blowing softly
not making them scream.
All my voices gathered
around me whispering
love kindly
grace forgivingly
beauty adoringly
and then desire
dropped in to
serve a feast of
dreams on platter
of fantasies.
And here I am
moving to the
next place of joy.
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