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a drink from Love's hand

ByKymberlee

“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…

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purity of intention

ByKymberlee

There are the ones who yammer on endlessly about themselves– their work their art their hobbies their past. yammer yammer yammer I call these the wounded children, the narcissists the boring. There are the ones who peek into every crevice– of my life ask too many questions and swim too deep into my being. swim…

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hundreds of ways

ByKymberlee

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…

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saturated in amore [a moment of logos in the life of a wandering heart]

ByKymberlee

your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…