healing the wound of my soul

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War boils within;   Battlefield of my heart, scorched skeletons   Of memories rancid.    The tree of delight drips bare.   To You I exposed my heart,   Sublime seeds of offense,
intimate moment upstairs in familiar territory not to make love but to release emotional feelings that was imprison in a bottle genuine feelings of relief expressing truth at its purest form
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