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What's Left...
What's left but being
broken,
only the sound of my
breathless moments,
caught in a whisp of
debris.
broken,
only the sound of my
breathless moments,
caught in a whisp of
debris.
Published 12th Dec 2013
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12th Dec 2013 4:23am
You have a way about you girl. I'm blessed to be in your path. Thank you doll. Again..
12th Dec 2013 4:37am
I am so grateful you read my words and comment so kindly...I'm blessed to walk the same path with you, thank you very much TS ;)
12th Dec 2013 5:13am
And then your triumphant cries as you rise, like a phoenix from that very same pile of debris...thank you Tommie for this thought conjuring piece!
