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The Healing of Ancient Wounds
She wondered into his place of work
because she thought she was loosing her head
When approached by him she lost herself,
her wits and her heart instead
She found her will to try,
emotions she had lost,
physical urges she thought she had shed
The sight and sound of him,
the insight he shared,
her soul he fed
Cautiously she indulged,
dependency has only ever bro...
Monday 14th September 2020 10:11 pm
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