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June Bloom
I cannot fathom anything more glorious, more extraordinary, more magical than a mother.
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He Once Loved
He once loved deeply He vaguely remembers its faintest echo A warm trace of steam curling In the fog of distant memory Where an ancient all consuming flame Once burned…
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Held
Have you ever been held? Quietly enough to reunite with peace. Closely enough to feel the other’s heartbeat gradually sync with yours.
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Poet GianMarie 