Category: born
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The Past Doesn’t Matter
It matters not. The turbulence you have seen. Happiness that has gone to rot. You are the newness that grows in the place of the old. Like wet honey dripping off the comb. Too fresh to be packed away. To wild to be sold. Made to be unique. Born to be bold. You are the…
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Our Soul
Our Soul Love is precious, a fragile thing Time moves it to and fro Where love begins and ends Nobody knows But we feel it in our body We know when its in our soul Love is easily destroyed Yet unshakable It is the rib protecting the heart It beats even while the world is…
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Staring Over
Starting Over The struggle of starting over again lies in the process… Create it, piece by piece, layer by layer, inch by inch you mold it’s form. Use the love embedded in your open palms to keep it warm. Then embellish it with each every morsel of your reverie that was tore. Voila! a new…
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