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Knock knock
Who is that beating on my conscious trying to force their way in
Knocking on the door of my mental knowing what I am missing
Speaking through the walls that I built to protect my being
From mischief in the world that thrives on my heart no longer beating
You, entertain my space, look me in my face and then
Dissipate my skin, Swoop up my soul, let our essence blend
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Viv C
Hi, loves. The human connection and intimacy are so pure and beautiful. Writing is my passion and there is nothing else I would rather do in this life. Read my blog here, www.illitica.com. Doing the Divine's work.
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