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Late Bloomer

I'm starting at the finish line, Head spins, blood flushes through Adrenaline bolting than sound. Am I late blooming? Dried Leaves seem young. Ecstasies dance off my guts. As I dine to the feel of butterflies While being swept off my feet My heart now leads my brain. The suspense of romance persists. Obvious mistakes embed to the core. I guess I'm losing control. Entanglement of emotions, The fear to hurt is now the compass. As the globe shrinks so small I guess I'm a late bloomer.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 10/31/2024 7:06:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.