Counting Worms – September 26, 2020

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry October 18, 2020October 18, 2020 1 Minute

We’ve talked often

But this

This

Was more intimate

She held me

And caressed

My stained soul

Something no other living being

Had done

Staring into her eyes

She made me feel whole

All of the problems in the world

Were suddenly still

A temptress at her best

I squandered in her presence

Marveling

At those

Who were living around me

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Published October 18, 2020October 18, 2020

Olga says:

October 19, 2020 at 1:59 pm

Beauty 🙂

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Doree says:

October 19, 2020 at 4:18 pm

♥️

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forresting365 says:

October 25, 2020 at 2:08 pm

My Lord. Absolutely gorgeous. Thank You!!! ❤️

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1. Doree says:
  
  October 25, 2020 at 3:47 pm
  
  ♥️♥️♥️
  
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  1. forresting365 says:
    
    October 26, 2020 at 2:50 pm
    
    💖!
    
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