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peril

Posted on by Jeanne

The deepest,
darkest
rises in the fog,
burned away -hidden desire.

Oh, why feel
so free
behind the screen?

And how our creator
tapped into the sensual,
leaves us mourning
the loss of soul.

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4 thoughts on “peril”

    1. Good morning! Here it is morning… and wonderful to know your thoughts! 💗Read another’s poetry this morning and grateful it woke me up to create my own. How are you? 🌏🎶

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