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Debris
When
I'm tired
and
wounded
he
is the balm
that
soothes.
There
is
nothing
more delicate
than
the way
he holds
me
as he
kisses
away
the
inner debris
that
keeps
me
captive
in
absentia
from his
love.
A love
that
has
the potential
to
heal & nourish.
I'm tired
and
wounded
he
is the balm
that
soothes.
There
is
nothing
more delicate
than
the way
he holds
me
as he
kisses
away
the
inner debris
that
keeps
me
captive
in
absentia
from his
love.
A love
that
has
the potential
to
heal & nourish.
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