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Jan 2021
Those beautiful eyes--
they wont stop looking at me
and they never stop  believing in me

I swear to Christ, I ******* hate her
My contempt-filled, trauma-built fortress of distrust  
is systematically becoming  dismantled

                        raw;­  pure--   love,  
      is such a sneaky little ******.

And its unfettered, magical-wizardry  is now
putting my central core at risk--
     the fear of annihilation
     is one truly ****** up hell
     a ******* horror  beyond all horrors.



She is still looking at me with
               that love  in her eyes.


                Now I really hate her.


In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
the resolution of all the fruitless searches

In your eyes
I see the light, and the heat
In your eyes
I want to be that complete:
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes

In your eyes

https://youtu.be/evN6DIGPIJM
a celebration into freedom
Written by
M Vogel
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