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
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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