as fingers caress the tree,there is glory seen, as the feelings beneath,keep coming for me one, after another, they try, me,toset freeā¦and I resist, more commonpersist running against the grain, terror scratched skin,gritting teeth, pain from within arises again, andagainā¦as thewind breathesā¦and, I relax back into the flowerbed, smelling the rosesred I take ease, notice [ā¦]
underneath my skinā¦
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