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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