Digging deep isn't necessarily

All my feelings are close to surface
Love can never be to me

Every cell in my body is made from love...





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I've had hankering
For scapegrace with improbity
I knew I was in danger
But coming storm
Couldn't hide my need
Wolf Moon was rising
In my dark night of heart


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I call them my orphan poems
they are written in sand
washed away by time
tears laughter angst
love jealousy hate
some hard earned wisdom
plundered from my soul...



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