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Gather Me Up

Gather me Gather me up take my beating heart in your calloused hand draw it close ... so close to your beating still heart Let my blood flow through you fingers down your hand and stain your forearm and shirt Gather me up holding my head to your head twine yourself in my golden hair encircle us both till we disappear Gather me up Each ash one and all Gather the red rose and the door...the beloved open door Gather all of the rains...the torential rains Gather our sparks and our smoke Gather my heart to your heart Gather my soul to your soul Gather me Gather all of me to your still so still ...ever beating heart

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Date: 3/10/2023 6:50:00 PM
I am sad to read my own writing To know such love as it was and it to be totally lost... We were lucky so blessed
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Date: 11/6/2020 7:25:00 AM
His is a sad poem Ingird and not seen you since.. Hope you are ok..
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Ingrid Showalter Swift
Date: 11/8/2020 6:32:00 AM
Thank you for thinking of me. Nice to be missed My muse has cut off the water -seriously I can still write but it is like digging in the desert. His brutal withdrawal killed off some essential part of me but I live on. Still creative but I spend far more time on photography now I am glad to see your muse is a well of glorious clean writing waters

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