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Two voices
Craving union inside me–
One, the whimsical voice of dreams
The escape from the world into clouds of stars
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The other, the grounded voice of truth
Just waking up
But not yet steady
On her feet
About the Creator
Joelle E N
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
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