Poetry.
Slip your heart
Into my hand and you will
Notice the warmth that
Kisses your fingertips, as fleeting as an
Invisible whisper, sliding away
Now that you have heard the
Glimmer of hope.
Spinning around inside your
Long addled mind – the
One place you thought
Would keep you safe from the
Long scorned invader. GO. Open the door.
You cannot smite Love forever…
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