Posted in Poetry, prose Broken Voices Posted on 06/23/202006/23/2020 by Jeanne —I never desired a martyr to die. I hungered and thirsted for a friend to see and know me. Me. To hear choice words and allow my limbs to tumble too. Share this:ShareEmailLike this:Like Loading... Author: Jeanne View All Posts
So beautiful and soul responsive. Your writing is voice of how it is to be All so human, to want acceptance, protection and love! ))🌺(() LikeLike Reply
It took me a bit longer as planned to visit your virtual home again. Profound pieces, I’ve read. Hope all is well and sending a big hug again. XxX LikeLike Reply
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So beautiful and soul responsive. Your writing is voice of how it is to be All so human, to want acceptance, protection and love! ))🌺(()
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It took me a bit longer as planned to visit your virtual home again. Profound pieces, I’ve read.
Hope all is well and sending a big hug again. XxX
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