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SATED PROSE

SATED PROSE when I had no roof I made you my floor when I crawled you came to my rescue through my sky door you are the muse I choose to pursue you infuse my soul when I had no eyes I listened to you when I had no ears you talked me through stitched up my wounds with music to sooth you are the muse I choose to pursue you infuse my soul when I had no mind you gave me yours when I had no tears left to cry you painted a well in my heart of sated prose you are the muse I choose to pursue you infuse my soul © Kim van Breda—1 May 2016

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Date: 6/17/2016 10:27:00 AM
superb writing Kim, really blessed to read such wonderful penning!
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Date: 6/12/2016 6:48:00 PM
love it
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Date: 5/2/2016 11:46:00 PM
Beautifully penned Kim... best wishes
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