
She reeks an awesome glow of know nothing more.
Treasuring her silence,
more than the violence of living life half dead-
never leaving bed.
She speaks from her heart,
anything less is not know.
Dances through the madness seldom entering sadness.
I like this. Well done.
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🙂 thank you
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