The soul has much to say
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This
moment
A single eyelash
in time
The hours play
hide and go seek
Stomach full
of pride
So very hard
to swallow
Give and take
apologist
Man
in the mirror
Who am I
to judge?
I was created
for you
Sitting
above the world
Drawing nearer
to Him
Easier access
through the heart
Here I am
Lord
Your pet
project
Finite bond
of the flesh
I've tasted
immortality
Sipping from the soul
of my love
New memories
are nothing more
than recycled
dreams
To belong
to anyone
Age old
wish
The heart needs
a tender touch
My hands
Instruments of reciprocation
A kind word
from a stranger
Awkward moments
by myself
Contrast
of humanity
Dying
to my desires
only to be
reborn in them
Waiting
forever
but will forever
wait for me?
Too tired
for the nightly show
Cold pillows
icy sheets
Another 24 hours
another miracle
Quick to hear
slow to speak
I'm
trying
I
swear
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