The Observer
And Its Source Of Illumination
Evacuating the clutter that obscures the wholeness of my beauty
Consuming this ravenous inclination leading me into abandon
Longing for the moment when you lovingly see through me
Imagining that I could escape my inevitable assassin
Passion, like a weapon, I surrender to the notion
Simply underestimated the power of its grasp
Eventually I pause and observe the power of eclipsing. Shielded by another, in the shadows of my mask
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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