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How do you write, why do you write; I was asked, and so with the weight of the room upon me and in a fragile breath I replied: Affective empathy,partial hyper empathy,I taste the salt of sorrow along with the sweet ache of absence,each word a single cord, becoming either a noose or a safety… Read more
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I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone… Read more
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Because Jesus thought so much of you,to place you in my way,I found redemption, and as I sit with my butter pecan coffee each sip reminds me that grace drives a wheelchair Tears and prayers of my parents stored by God, we’re released When you speak,the world of Satan trembles, and my heart and soul… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 