A poem I scrawled at one point while in love.

She rests within my soul
that place where most fear to go
and yet she is not here…
she’s out THERE somewhere
Yet fear not, I am not cold
…for still she resides within my soul

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  • Butterfly Musings on Mar 15, 2011

    very nice

  • LewSethics on Mar 15, 2011

    She better get here pretty soon, as much ‘ink’ as you have sacrificed on the alter of her absence.

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