17 Aug

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What Words Diverge in My Soul? What roads diverge in my soul, of love and desire. To travel on a wooded road, to make camp and read poetry by a warm fire. I've told people I'm a counselor, a craftsman of words. But who is it that really knows me, when alone, in the...

17 Aug

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Love Poem Let me gently hold your heart blowing warm air into it like a burning fire, stoking the lingering burnt embers that lay beneath your sole. As I fan the heat inside you you'll taste my sweet air, feeling it surround you with clarity and light. And as you grow in warmth for me your...