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Yes

I held my breath when I first caught sight of you As if my soul knew I was diving deep You didn't notice me But I saw you in the crowd And my heart murmured Yes Dressed in white your smile a beacon at the end of the aisle My heart pounding in my chest.… Continue reading Yes

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Exile

They called me a basket child, a homeless case, drawn out from the murky waters, burnt by the family tree; she will be a flame bearer, the bathing maidens exclaimed! She will be mine, the compassionate one breathed, the rushes did not stir; did not reveal the surrogate's trail-- I wept.