The words we write
the words we tell ourselves in secrets
seep under the door cracks into the hallways
flushed in turning facets, running to the rescue
of words often said merging in the dark
riding the waves we’ve built – untapped potential
essential-salt
kindness sis Krissy :_)
Gorgeous!
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thank you Lori 🙂
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So very beautiful ~ truly!
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