wounds of the heart
are relics to be unearthed.... in time
coddled like an anthropologist
fondles a dig, painstakingly dusting the outer layers
of latent pain
with a soft brush, gentle hand, pursing of the lips...
soft puffs of warm air, ever mindful not to damage the core...
the ultra-delicate remains
in search of something
in search of something
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: in search of something
tender is the nite..... 

me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
Re: in search of something
thanx wire......some pain requires kid gloves, doesn't it ?
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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