Sharp, the slice.
The pain repeated.
Endlessly involved.
In oceans of emotion.
Never realized, unsolved.
Connections vast.
The wave still growing.
Fearful of their great unknowing.

Soft and simple.
Silently compelling.
Held within the flow.
A sultry glowing.
Not too bright, yet
somehow overwhelming.

This intuition
reaching for
the healing again...

? Michaelette ?

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