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"Her Truth"


Long and lonely nights have I longed to hear her truth spoken.

Whispered from her gates she offers her gift of passage.

That phrase proselytized leaves me paralyzed,

Established firmly among the foundations of life.


Creation from love she is my salvation.

Entrenched I reside in her blooming beatitudes.

A divinized denizen of affection,

She whisper her truth into mine.


And I where her on my mind

Tailored only for a queen.

My face uncovered for her alone,

Unexposed to only but she


My confidant, my love.

Hastened in your absence

She whispers her truth...

She whispers "I love you."

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