Poetry.

Slip your heart
I
nto my hand and you will
N
otice the warmth that
K
isses your fingertips, as fleeting as an
I
nvisible whisper, sliding away
N
ow that you have heard the
G
limmer of hope.

Spinning around inside your
L
ong addled mind – the
O
ne place you thought
W
ould keep you safe from the
L
ong scorned invader. GO. Open the door.
Y
ou cannot smite Love forever…

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